Blockbuster Teaser

Seth

I woke up with the feeling of cotton in my mouth. I smacked my lips, trying to shift on whatever I was laying on. My head was pounding, and I couldn’t move. Well, I could, but I felt like I was moving through mud.

I opened my eyes, trying to figure out where the hell I was and to get more comfortable, but my arms and legs were tied up. The bindings were so tight that my fingers and toes tingled. Everything in my vision was fuzzy.

The room was warm, overly so. It also smelled musty and gross. I wasn’t sure if it was the room or the bed I was laying on. I needed to pee. I refused to piss myself, so I called out.

“Hello?” I croaked, my voice cracking. I tried again, “Hello?”

The door slammed open, and I saw my sperm donor. His hair was greasy, and he wore the same clothes I saw on him at the park. There was blood splattered on the legs of jeans. I checked my body, seeing if he’d hurt me, but other than the woozy feeling from whatever he injected me with, I was perfectly fine.

Well, as fine as could be, being kidnapped by my sperm donor and his loser buddy.

“What the fuck do you want?” Jacob sneered at me.

“I need to pee,” I answered, glowering at him. “Or would you rather I hose you down, asshole. You could use a bath, dude.”

“Your mother allows you to talk that way?” Jacob retorted coldly. “For that … I should let you pee all over yourself.”

“But, we’d have to smell it, Jake,” said the other guy. He was as dirty as my sperm donor, with more blood on his jeans and some splattering onto his shirt. “No thanks. It already smells like ass in here. We don’t need to add piss into the mix.”

“Fuck you, Paul,” Jake snapped, shooting a scowl at his friend.

With a shake of his head, Paul walked over to me, untying my arms and legs. “No funny business. You try to run; you’ll be dead before sunrise. We’re in the middle of the desert.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me from the bed. I stumbled clumsily. I was shot with something, and it made me dizzy, uncoordinated. I couldn’t have run, even if I wanted to.

Paul practically tossed me out of the doorway. He told me to ‘answer the call of nature’ wherever. I huffed out a breath, stumbling away from the door. I peed and allowed myself a few moments to cry. I missed my mom. I missed Edward … my dad. Paul stomped toward me and wrapped his meaty paw around my arm. “You’re crying? Because of that whore?”

“My mom is not a whore,” I hissed. “She’s the best mom and person I’ve ever known.”

I went to say something else, but Paul backhanded me. I fell to the ground, catching my hands on the rough sand. I spit out some blood and my jaw ached. Paul grabbed my arm, dragging me back into the house. I was tossed back onto the bed, locked into place. Instead of ropes this time, I was tethered to the bed with handcuffs that bit into my wrists and ankles. “Tying up an innocent kid. You guys really are assholes,” I shrugged, trying not to show how much I was freaked out.

“It’s for your own safety,” Jacob said mockingly. “Heaven forbid that you get bit by a rattlesnake.”

“I’d rather be bit by a rattlesnake than be with you,” I argued. “You’re nothing but poison.”

Seth

Joshua Tree National Park, cabin

Paul Lahote

Jacob Black