Claimed by the dark

Chapter 3

When I open my eyes ,

I see the grey evening sky above me , Beneath me I feel a hard rough surface....

I blink several times feeling disoriented before the fact registers to me . I am on a road

Startled I sit up quickly the sudden motion makes my head spin , I clench my head hard between my hands as a groan escapes my mouth.

What am I doing lying on a road?

My back hurts my head is no better

Wha....?

My thoughts pause as the events that happened before I fainted flood my memory

"Mom" I gasp getting on my feet.

A strong wave of nausea hits me making me sway on my feet .I clench my teeth and somehow manage to keep my balance.

"Mom " My voice is no more than a Whisper and I feel the wetness on my cheeks.

Deep down I know she is gone , She is taken away from me.

Yet , Hoping against hope I look into the car .

She isn't in here to answer me when I scream out her name once , Twice , Thrice ,Again and again and again.....

My tears dry as I drown into exhaustion.

I have no more tears left to shed.

I sit clenching the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white ,My eyes are open but I don't recognize the area around me.

I don't see the huge iron gates or anything familiar under the dim sky.

I'm sitting inside a car in the corner of a road .

Abandoned.Lost and alone.

A lump rises in my throat at the thought of my mom but I push it away with all my might as a steely resolve sets in . I will find her .

No matter where she is . I will find her .

Crying like a dumb damsel- in- distress won't do me or her any good ,Neither am I dumb nor have I ever let my self be a helpless damsel .

Wiping my face dry I put my foot down and hard on the accelerator.

My mom isn't dead .

I saw a man in their before I fainted.

He took her away.

He will have to return her to me .

people in uniform move here and there .

Apparently , Nobody thinks that a teenager can have crises.

I sit tapping my foot impatiently wanting to be acknowledged by the cops until a kind looking cop finally does.

I tell him about my mom getting kidnapped.

Ofcourse, I edit a few parts. The boy's transformation into something out of a nightmare or how the man emerged from the thunders.

Something tells me It will only get me into a padded cell.

But I do mention the man and the place where I stopped my car

"Willow creek, " The cop says "It's not an area that is often traveled"

Well, That doesn't come as a surprise to me I think to myself dryly

He scribbles down something and then points me in a direction.

"If you give the artist over there the description of the man i will help us greatly in search of your mother"

I'm more than ready for it .

The police artist is an old man with countable stringy white hair on his head, a long crooked nose at the end of which sits gold rimmed glasses.

He has long , wrinkled fingers but his hand starts flying rapidly as I start describing the man to him

Dark eyes , straight nose , Pale skin, sharp angled cheekbones and long dark hair the blowing wind has wiped into his face.

Dangerous and Beautiful.

I frown at that thought. He is a damn Kidnapper.

The artist asks me If I can remember something more about him "Something like a tattoo, Scar, burn even a mole "

I shake my head failing to recall anything of that sort. That man was perfect .

He didn't need the aid of ink or scars to make himself memorable, one look at that face and he wouldn't be forgotten and neither those dark as night piercing eyes he posessed.

Much later ,

I leave the police station.

I find myself a cheap hotel that I can manage to stay in with the little money I have.

Needless to say , My room is anything but cool .

A cheap yellow wall parer on to the walls , not much of furniture , Aa small window and the faded bed covers hardly look inviting .But they will have to do for now.

I order some food to my room because I'm too exhausted to go down.

I guess it isn't much of a surprise that my sleep isn't peaceful but heavilydisturbed.