"Lennon, get up," Liam sneered into my blocked ears, "Stop stalling."

I didn't know what he meant. It was getting harder to hear.

"..." I tried. I tried saying something. I tried moving something.

I was losing conscious.

Damn it!

Wake up, Jamie. Wake up.

I could barely open my eyes, but Liam was holding my form, which was leaning against him, by the shoulders. My face scrunched up in pain as I gasped for air, to which little came to my aid.

"Lennon, why-"

"Liam, she's bleeding," the girl from behind exclaimed, rushing forward and to his side.

Liam frowned and looked back at me, examining my back. No doubt, the bullet hadn't missed its target.

He turned back to me and leveled his face with mine, getting my attention as I strained my eyes to keep open.

"WHY DON'T YOU HAVE ON A BULLET-PROOF SUIT," he shouted angrily, tightening his grip on my arms so that I could regain balance.

It wasn't working. My legs buckled out and I fell to my knees, grunting inaudibly.

"W-Why..." I tried, still gasping quietly for air, "are you... so... mad.... for..." I was heaving big breaths to make up for the bullet jammed into my system and destroying my organs.

"Isn't this... what you... wanted?" I choked, curling up due to the pain. I couldn't stop the blood myself since it was located on my back. My bloodied mouth stopped forming words and my throat stopped producing sound. I had stopped talking. It was too difficult. It hurt.

It hurt a lot. My body was heating up abruptly and I was sweating. All my limbs lost its ability to function, and my eyes gradually began to droop.

"Jamie, wake up!" I heard him shout.

Why..? Why should I? What happened?

My head felt heavy.

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Beep beep.

Beep.

Clink.

Would everyone be quiet? I'm trying to sleep.

A minute of laying there and I realized my head and back hurt. The pain accumulated the more awake I became.

What was going on?

Jamie, think.

I hope that's my name...

What happened in the last few hours? Why does my head hurt? Why does my back-

I went for him and the two of us made eye contact as he aimed his gun at my chest and I at his forehead. My breath hitched.

The barrel was too close.

In that moment, the girl had spun around and pulled the trigger on me.

Everyone was breathing hard, and I couldn't tell the distance between me and that bullet. I tried moving, dodging, something.

It made contact with my skin and pierced right through my lower back.

I choked out blood.

The memories came rushing back to my head and I instantly felt the urge to throw up. I was not okay. I needed help.

But first, where the fuck am I...

Beep beep.

Machines..? Technology? Am I in the hospital?

My ears began listening to my surroundings and my body became more aware of what I was in contact with.

I was chained up.

This was no hospital. The metal enclosed around my two wrists and ankles weren't hospital equipments. It didn't smell like the hospital either.

"It'll take a minimum of an hour," a deep grunted man spoke into the atmosphere.

There was slow-pace walking.

"Dad, just do it," A girl's voice snapped, "You've been waiting years haven't you?"

"10 to be exact," the man replied, scoffing and then back to checking on the equipments.

Hold the fuck up, who the fuck are these people. And what does he mean by, 'minimum of an hour?' What are they trying to do? Father and daughter? They are, aren't they? Why would they be waiting for me for years? 10? 10 years? What happened ten years ago?

10...

I'm 17. Subtract 10 years.

7? 7 years old?

My thoughts were interrupted when the father said, "Allison, you should leave. You shouldn't watch this."

Al... Allison?

Wait. No. Please.

My head hurt and I let out a quiet moan out of frustration.

"Make it quick," Said-Allison replied, "I'll go deal with the others."

Wait. No, come back!

If she's my Allison... I...

She can't be.

The door clicked shut and the atmosphere became quiet and weird again. Suddenly, I heard the man speak up.

"I know you're awake, Antoinette."

How the fuck does he know my nam-

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air as I struggled with the equipments binding my entire body to a table. The room was set up like a lab. Only, the floor and table were wood, and the lab part was set up closer to the walls, which were dimly lit. A large spot of light shined over me and the area around my form.

I searched quickly around the entire room and found a figure standing in the corner diagonal from me.

"Why," I croaked, suddenly realizing my throat was dry, "Do you know... my name."

The man giggled strangely and hushed almost immediately after it began. I was creeped out.

Because he didn't answer me, I tried a different question, "What do you want with me?"

"She's coming back," sang the man all of a sudden, "She's coming back to me!"

Please. I don't do creepy. Please.

I'm scared.

I hate to admit it, but to be honest with myself, I'm scared. This is a new scenario and a new set of people to deal with.

And you know what I do with my fears?

I work them out. That's Jamie Lennon.

I tried yanking my arms around calmly, but the wound I got from Liam on my right arm prevented me from moving. My back was wet, either from sweat or from blood. Or both.

The man stopped making noise all of a sudden and I saw from the side of his face in the dimly lit part of the room that he was smiling.

A big creepy ass smile.

What is wrong with him? Why is he like that? Did someone make him act like that?

He suddenly spun on his heels and came towards me with a large, pointed needle that would inject a liquid in me.

No liquid I want inside me should be that color.

I squirmed a bit, but I took the opportunity to stare at the man's face.

Wild gray hair poked out in every direction. He was wearing a brown trench coat and dark colored shirt and pants. His shoes were home sandals, and he had on clear round glasses that were crooked to the side.

I frowned immediately as I took his form in. He looked an awful lot like...

He bent over me and placed the needle right next to my skin, ready to pierce.

Alcohol.

My eyes widened as I realized an ugly truth that I never wanted to know.

He... was my father. How else would he have known my name?

But why?? Why was he here? Why was he doing this to me??

"D-Dad!" I yelled, catching him a bit off guard, "DAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"

He shook it off and continued with injecting that needle. Well he tried to.

I bit his sleeve and snapped my head forcefully to the side, probably breaking several bones, and got him to fall perpendicularly across my body. I quickly thrusted one side of my hip and stomach up to keep pushing him forward and soon he fell on the ground with the amount of movement I just created.

His feet dragged down the table and my breath hitched for a split second as my body was going to be smashed onto the ground, but his body was there and I used it to roll off him and land to the side of him. The table was on its side and I was hanging parallel to the ground. My left arm and leg were strained from suddenly having to heave all my weight up.

My father regained his balance and started searching for the needle again. I watched him for a split second with confusion and hurt flashing openly across my eyes.

"What the hell are you doing," I tried to tell him, wanting to cry.

Did he know he was hurting me? Did he even care?

He found the needle and I froze. This wasn't happening. I didn't want this to happen.

He grinned and charged forward.

"Stop," I gritted my teeth, choking on some blood that remained in my mouth. I immediately shut my eyes and my body tensed up.

Someone come... Please....

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A door bursted opened and in came rapid feet movement and the sound of heavy breathing.

Before I could open my eyes, I felt a gush of wind hit my face and suddenly the table I was tied to slid swiftly backwards.

Someone had kicked it away.

My eyes shot open and more confusion came when I saw the boy I had been fighting earlier in the room, as well as his girlfriend.

"Li-," I exclaimed, suddenly shutting my mouth upon choking on my blood that was repositioned in my mouth after the kick against the table.

My whole body ached severely, and I wasn't even supposed to be conscious right now with the amount of blood I was losing from that bullet earlier. With the stress I just experienced, I probably did myself no favor by speeding up the bleeding process.

I realized the girl was about to shoot my father. I don't know why, but suddenly I was able to talk again.

"Don't touch him!" I croaked, gritting my teeth together, "Don't touch someone else's father!"

Liam noticed me and he frowned, rushing over. The girl had stopped and instead restrained my father from moving.

Liam was kneeling right next to me, trying to break apart the metal clutches. I heard his loud, heavy breathing as it hit my ear.

One metal strain off.

He wasn't saying anything, just keeping busy with his task at hand, and didn't even bother to look at me. I wouldn't blame him, I didn't want to look at me either.

"ANTOINETTE!" exclaimed my father from the other side. He was so angry. I was too.

"Antoinette, huh," Liam commented, still working quickly on the strains that held me.

Two metal strains off.

"What happened," I asked, suddenly feeling exhausted. But I couldn't relax right now. As soon as these strains were off, I had some business with the man I called my father.

Three metal strains off.

"I'll explain later," Liam stated, continuing to take off the last strain, "Stop talking."

I watched him work and a thought came across my mind.

Why was he helping me? Why wasn't he killing me?

"Why..." I tried uttering a sentence, to which I failed.

He suddenly paused and looked me straight in the eyes. I stared at his familiar blue eyes as he said, "Why don't you ever listen, Lennon?"

Four metal strains off.

I dropped immediately on his lap and let out a muffled grunt. He supported my head with his arms and helped me to sit up.

"Don't touch me," I strained, pushing him away. I was grateful for his help deep down, but it was overpowered with hate and hurt. He tried to kill me. Twice. While I barely did.

I guess I haven't learned. I was the only one hesitating.

"Lennon-" He spoke up, grabbing my arms to help me up.

"I don't want your pity," I spat in his face with the energy left in me, "Leave me alone. And tell your girlfriend to back off my father. He's my business."

I hoisted myself up and clutched my aching left arm that had been strained before Liam and the girl arrived.

The girl saw me and backed away from my father as soon as she saw my expression. She went back to Liam.

My father spun around and grabbed the same needle he had been trying to use on me, and turned back to me. I watched him silently as I realized he had no care about his daughter anymore.

The moment his eyes met mine and it didn't waver, I struck the needle out of his hands and grabbed his arms, spinning him around and pinning his arms tightly behind his back. I forced him against the wall and waited until he stopped snickering.

I could hear my own disorganized breathing as I eyed the man before me.

"Explain yourself," I growled into his ear, "Charles Lennon."

There was a moment of silence before he started again with his singing, "She's coming back! She's coming back to me!"

"Who," I pressed, pinning him harder so that he couldn't wriggle free. I could tell he was constantly trying to kick me or whack me in some way to break away.

I was caught off guard when he suddenly stopped making noise and whispered to himself ever so quietly.

"Wendy Emerson," he stated.

My eyes widened immediately as my expression darkened.

That was my mother.

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