Man Or A Monster
I awoke in so much pain. I groaned and turned my head and tried to lift my right hand to rub my eyes, but it barely moved. “The fuck?” I questioned out loud. As my vision started to come back I started to look around. I was laying on a table covered in a blanket. The room was lit but very dim. The corners of the room were dark. There was a door along the wall parallel to me. I looked next to me and there was an IV hooked up to me. Both my hands were strapped to the table. “What the fuck” I said again but I’m a louder angry tone. I yanked the right-hand strap and it sent pain through my chest and into my shoulder. I hear someone clear their throat in the corner of the room.
“Ah, you’re finally awake” I hear as a chair scrapes against the floor like someone is getting up, and footsteps slowly approaching me. “How are you feeling?” I heard the same voice asked as the footsteps came even closer.
“Where am I? Why am I strapped to a fucking table? What happened to me?” I spat in anger yanking on the strap sending pain into my left shoulder again. “Fuck!” I cried out.
“Straight to the point I see,” the man says as he comes into the light. He’s tall, with jet black hair that is shaved on the sides and kind of long on top. He is covered in tattoos. He’s wearing a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and a leather vest. There’s words on the vest but I can’t make them out. He’s also wearing ripped black jeans and biker boots. “First I’d like to know your name darling,” he says, putting his hands in his jean pockets. I turned my head and stared at the ceiling.
“Why?” I asked, trying not to show any fear.
“Cause I’d like to know who I’m talking to,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’d like to know the same,” I said, clearing my throat and turning my head to look at him.
“Hah, my name is Issac. Your turn”
“Delilah” I answered, giving him a short answer looking back at the ceiling.
“Delilah?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“Where am I and why am I here?” I ignored his question. He sighed.
“You’re in an MR”
“A what?!” I shouted, turning my head quickly to look at him.
“Listen, Delilah, I don’t feel like playing games anymore. Either you tell me who you are or I’m gonna start ripping your stitches out one by one” he said, leaning over me and rubbing my shoulder gently. He grinned at me. I started to become scared but tried to not show it. I sighed.
“Fuck you” I spat. He sighed and shook his head. Why the fuck did I say that I thought to myself. I felt him grab and rip a stitch out. “God damnit!” I screamed jumping, I made a fist and squeezed hard. I started breathing hard.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” he said, still leaning over me looking into my eyes. His eyes were a bright hazel, he had a thin scar running across his neck over his tattoo. I leaned up closer to his face. I gritted my teeth.
“Bullshit, you probably get off on this shit” he sighed and shook his head once again. He grabbed another stitch and ripped it out quickly. “Fuck!” I screamed even louder. Tears started gathering in my eyes. I felt blood start to run down my shoulder and chest. He looked me in the eyes again and I sucked my lips in. He grabbed another stitch. “Okay! Okay! It’s Hopkins!” I gave in. I started shaking. He stood up and grabbed a towel and started wiping his hands.
“See? Was it that hard” he sighed looking at me. “I don’t want to hurt you Delilah”
“Too late for that” I said sniffling. He looked at me then to the ceiling. “Can you take my hand out of these straps please?” I asked.
“No” he cleared his throat. “General!” He yelled. The door started to open and an older man started walking in. He had a white long beard. His hair slicked back just like Isaac’s. He was also covered in tattoos. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a leather vest over it. He walked over to us. “Could you fix her stitches and give her some painkillers?”
“You got it” the man agreed. He walked away and I could hear him digging for things. Issac turned to me.
“Do you have a family?” He asked. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Yes” I whispered. The older man walked back over to me and turned on a brighter light. I squinted trying to adjust my eyes to the brightness. The older man put a syringe in my IV and started pushing the liquid into the syringe.
“I’ll make sure you get back to them,” the younger man said, turning and walking out of the room. I slowly turned my head at the older man and started to get tunnel vision, then everything went black.
I woke up sitting in a car, I rubbed my eyes and tried to adjust them while looking around. My shoulder is still hurting.
“Ah, we meet again. Good afternoon” I heard someone say. I opened my eyes wider and saw Issac in the driver’s seat. I looked around quickly, I was in the back of a two-door car. I looked out the window and saw we were in front of my apartment building.
“How the fuck do you know where I live?” I spat looking out the window. “And why the fuck am I trapped in the backseat?! And what the fuck just happened to me?!”
“I know a lot of things about you Delilah, or should I call you Del?” He said, smirking. I started to get annoyed.
“Bullshit dude” I yelled. He turned to look at me and bit his lip then looked out the passenger window.
“Delilah Lee Hopkins, 19 years old, just moved here from San Antonio Texas to try and get into college. Your parents are Leeanne Hopkins and Frank Hopkins still currently living in San Antonio. You currently work at Main Street Thrift store, and you’re in debt. Also to answer your second question... you’re in the backseat of my car because you were asleep, so I laid you in the back to bring you home. And what’s happening is you were shot but we’ve taken care of that so you can send us a thank you card in the mail. Oh and also here’s $2,000 to keep your mouth shut. Don’t ask any more questions, when you need your stitches out I’ll find you” he went on saying as he looked back at me again and grinned handing me an envelope. I looked at him in confusion. I didn’t know whether I should speak or not. He got out of the car and as he got up I could see the handle of a pistol in the back of his pants. He pushed the seat forward letting me out, I slowly began to crawl out. He grabbed my hand to my good shoulder and helped me out. I was still speechless. He grabbed my chin and pulled it up so I was looking into his eyes. “Look, I get everything is confusing right now, but after we’re done helping you... you need to forget that any of this ever happened. It’s better for you not to know anything” he looked away, pushed the seat back, and got back into his car. “Go home Del ″ he said as he started the car. I walked onto the sidewalk in front of my apartment and looked back at the car, and he started to drive off. I looked in the envelope and it was the money he told me about. What the actual fuck just happened.
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