Ch. 4 -Tucker?..-
"A guard says he saw you running into the storage room.. now, Jeffrey, what did you need from in there?" A doctor stood in front of me, staring me down. I guessed he was attempting to intimidate me, which pissed me off.. Nonetheless, I faced him with wide, unreadable eyes and replied with, "I don't know what you're talking about, doctor.. Like you said, what would I need from in there?" The quack stood there for a few moments before turning around and walking away from me. "We're going to have some visitors today, I hear. A field trip.. You better behave yourself, else we'll have to put you under again..." "I'm sorry, was that meant to sound threatening? Sounded more like you're scared of what I'm capable of doing.." I sent the threat right back at him, a sly smirk on my face. "Boy, you sealed your fate once you set foot in this building.." I stifled a laugh. This guy was a JOKE! "You want to know what sealed fate feels like?~" I hissed at him, tilting my head to the side, staring at him with a smile plastered on my face, "I'm going to come for you when you least expect it.. so watch your back, 'doctor' because when it happens.." I leaned forward, chuckling out the rest, "You'll be alive to see it all.. every moment... Only you and I will hear your screams as I take my sweet time... 'separating'... your heart from your body.."
He stood stiff with fear, staring at me through his glasses, as if he didn't believe I was actually there. I thrashed against my restraints, shouting curses at him over the loud rattling of the chains. I squirmed and struggled, sending him into a panic, as he then dropped his clipboard and darted for the door of my cell, yanking it open and running out in a frenzied hysteria. I peered over at the fallen clipboard, chuckling with delight at the reaction I got. I realized, the names on this list weren't any of the patients here that I knew of.. 'Must be the kids on the field trip..' The thought crossed my mind as my eyes studied each name carefully.. Alyssa Hangars.. Brittney Creston.. Tucker Chapman.. My stare grew dull with boredom, until I came across another... "Kiera.. Turner..."
"Hi, Mom.." I murmured into the payphone. A worried reply came through the receiver, "Hi honey! How are you doing?? I kept texting you, but you wouldn't respond!" "Mom, this place doesn't have any WiFi or network connection.. I'm doing fine, but a few of the guards treated me like sh- crap.." I hoped she couldn't hear the trembling in my voice as I talked.. A small silence came from the other end, and then she spoke up with, "Okay.. well, there's a tornado warning going around, so stay safe! I love you! Bye!" I opened my mouth to reply, but she had already hung up before I could say anything. I put the phone back and peeked out the glass door at the stationary bus. The men were struggling to mount the tire on the axel. "Guess I haven't missed much.." I muttered under my breath, opening the door and walking back out into the cold, rainy weather. I was really the only one there, all the other teens went off exploring.. "No, no, you have to put on the metal framing first!" The bus driver complained. One of the policemen grabbed the metal framing for the tire up off the ground. 'Idiots..' I thought.
"What are you doing out here?" A familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around. It was the police officer from earlier. "I was ju-just-" He cut me off, "You'll catch a cold out here, come back inside, kid." I hesitated for a moment before stepping back inside the building. "What did you do to get sent into this field trip?" He asked. Odd.. it wasn't an interrogation, like I expected it would be.. I let out a small cough and sniffed before replying, "My parents a-accused me of lying when-n I wasn't.." He nodded understandingly, sitting down on one of the couches in the waiting room.
The glass door swung open as someone stepped inside. I looked over, stiff with fear as my eyes locked with Tucker's. "Hey, Kiera!" He sounded cheerful as usual, running over to me and sitting beside me. I was still drenched to the bone with rain and, looking over at him, he didn't seem wet at all! I looked at the police officer, confusion clouding my eyes, but he didn't seem to take any notice. "The bus should be fixed, soon." He smiled at us. "Ho-ope so.. I-I'm not getting any yo-younger over here!" I joked through a sneeze. The policeman chuckled, getting up. "I'll be right back!" He called over his shoulder as he walked through a door in the back room. I stayed silent, avoiding eye-contact with Tucker. "You caught a cold, didn't you?" He giggled, hugging onto me. "Ye-yeah.." I murmured awkwardly. After a few more moments of silence, I spoke up, "W-what happened in that abandoned she-shed?" More silence. I looked over at him. He was staring at something out the window- probably at the men fixing the bus tire.. "Tucker?" I murmured. A cold chill racked my spine, causing me to shiver. His eyes darted back to me, a wide grin on his face, "They fixed the tire, come on! Let's get back to the bus!"
I sat in the bus, looking through the pictures on my phone as I waited for everyone to board. At the same time, I was trying to brush off what happened in the abandoned shack.. was he bipolar? What was that about? "That's a pretty picture of you!" He chirped from beside me. I came back into reality to stare down at a picture of me with my hair messed up and a smile set on my face. "O-oh, this old thing? It was ta-taken after I wa-was out in the wind, coming h-h-home from school. It was crazy th-that day-- HEY!" I let out a squeal as my phone was snatched out of my hands. Tucker studied the picture closely for a few moments before speaking up, "What's that on your arm?" I found myself biting my lip.. A small bruise was spotted on my arm in the picture. Shit! I was hoping he wouldn't see that! Minutes dragged by, and I became more and more anxious as I fought to come up with a good lie, and I felt like he was growing more and more suspicious from where he sat beside me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "B-B-Brittney abuses me, okay-y? I don't like t-to talk ab-bout it.." "So is that where the bruise on your face came from?" I nodded in reply, letting my gaze drift towards the window.
"Hey, beautiful, wake up! We're almost there!" I awakened to Tucker shaking my shoulder. "Oh.. sorry, I guess I was tired." I murmured, my eyes still closed as I stretched out my limbs. As my eyes blinked open, I noticed that the bus seemed.... Distorted? Melty?.. My gaze snapped over to Tucker. He was melty, too, looking somewhat sinister.. Suddenly, he shot forward, taking me by the shoulders again and shaking me aggressively. "WAKE UP! IT'S COMING FOR YOU, TURNER! RUN!" He screamed at me. My vision began to slowly fade out as he crawled on top of me and began strangling me..
I awoke with a start, gasping for air as I fought to calm myself down. Looking over, I noticed that the seat where Tucker usually sat was left unoccupied.. 'That's the second time I woke up to a nightmare..' I thought to myself. As I began to wake up more, I noticed that two arms were curled around me, holding me in place. "Wh-what the fu-fu-fuck?!" I cried out, my voice hoarse with fear. "It's okay, I heard you whimpering and thought I could help." Tucker's voice whispered in my ear. "O-oh.. I didn't thi-think you would c-c-care." I murmured, embarrassment covering my cheeks in red. I stood up and let him slide back into his seat before sitting back down. "What do you think I am, a jerk?" He teased, a smile gracing his lips. "Y-yeah, kinda-a.." I shot back, under my breath.
"So, ho-how far aw-way are we?" I asked him, trying to find a way to distract myself from the nightmare. His smile grew wider as he chirped, "We're getting close.. about a few hours more." "A-and you're happy about tha-at why, e-e-exactly?" My eyes were narrowed as I stared him down, looking for a logical explanation. His eyes darted away from me, but he brushed the challenge off coolly and replied, "Well, maybe they can help you with your cold. There ARE doctors in there, after all.. And it doesn't seem to be getting any better, either." I blinked. Why am I getting suspicious of him? He's my friend! "S-sorry," I apologized, casting my gaze down at my feet, "I g-g-guess I'm just ri-ri-riled up from my.. erm.. nightm-mare." He was right.. as I spoke, I started to notice that my condition was getting worse. "Oh boo-hoo! Little baby had a nightmare!" Brittney's voice came from behind us. I looked over, just to be sure I wasn't imagining things.. Yep! She sat right behind us. "Wha-what the fuck d-d-do YOU wan-nt?" I growled through chills, my teeth chattering. As if on cue, Tucker rolled over in his seat to face her, too. He seemed exasperated as he spoke, "Yeah, what do you want, Round 2?" "I want my money back..."
My eyes widened slightly. I assumed she would find out, but it still came as a surprise. "Or else what?" Tucker challenged her, a sly grin on his face. She glared at him, then trained her eyes on me as she spoke in an ominous tone, "Give it back, or else...." Silence stood between the two of them, I just sank back into my seat, fear slowly consuming me. Abruptly, the bus came to a stop, causing us all to fall forward slightly. "We're here, everyone!" The bus driver announced. "Fi-finally!" I gasped out, glad to get away from the awkward atmosphere. I made my way past Tucker, lugging my backpack along behind me as I made my way for the door. The rain was still pounding down, and we were a little ways away from the entrance. "Gooo!" One of the teens groaned behind me, shoving me out of the bus. I landed on my feet, thankfully, but I was unprepared for the cold rain as I had a small sneeze fit. Unsurprisingly, Tucker rushed out of the bus and grabbed my arm, taking me with him towards the entrance of the mental hospital. "Why didn't you change clothes?" He inquired, furrowing his eyebrows and casting his eyes down to look at me. I shivered, my teeth chattering as I responded, "Di-didn't.. th-th-think abo-out tha-at.." He let out a sigh, shaking his head. Brittney walked past us and opened the door. I swore I heard her mumble a snarky remark as she stepped inside. Oooh, the nerve..
"Hello! Um, the doctors are busy at the moment, but take a seat and I'll page someone to give you all a tour!" The lady at the front desk chirped, grinning widely as she gestured to the many seats that sat against a wall. "Her teeth are too bright for her, in my opinion." Tucker chuckled as he lead me over to sit. It wasn't even five minutes before a doctor walked through the swinging white door. He pushed his glasses up onto his nose and folded one of his hands behind his back- in the other hand was a clipboard. "You're all here for that field trip, I assume?" He grumbled, eyeing us all inquisitively. "Yes, sir. We hope we aren't taking up any valuable time." The bus driver replied with a kind smile. "Alright. Come along, then," The doctor turned around and walked back through the door. "I bet that guy isn't even a real doctor." Tucker giggled under his breath. I was starting to get fed up by the awkward comments, so I quickly got up and followed the group, hugging myself and trying to act as normal as possible. "Unfortunately, we don't own guest rooms, so you all will have to sleep in empty mental rooms. I apologize." The man said as he walked us all down a long corridor.
I sat down at the metal table, letting my mind go blank as I picked at my food with a plastic fork. Kiera... I just couldn't seem to get that name off my mind. I don't know WHAT was causing it, but it was really starting to piss me off. "Mind in the gutter again, Jeffy-boy?~" Someone called out from behind me. I turned my head to stare. There stood one of the patients of the hospital. I hear they call him Twisted Tom.. "What do YOU want," I sneered, "Can't you see I don't want to talk?" I heard him snicker as he trotted over, sitting down beside me with a smirk on his face. "Since when have you been busy? What's on your mind?-" "Private thoughts. None of your god-damned business." "Settle, gentlemen." One of the doctors warned. I sighed, letting a moment of silence pass, until Tom spoke up again, "Going through your man-period again, Jeffy-baby?"