You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid!

Christine gained consciousness and found herself to be in a dark and small room. Her feet bounded up and her hands handcuffed to the headboard of the bed she was laying on, Christine thought I’d be a good idea to remain quiet for the mean time. She took this situation she was currently in, time to reflect on the past 24 hours and maybe the remaining time of the life that she had left. Although trying to think with a numb bum is very difficult, Christine focused on something else. She didn’t let her boredom, fear or aggression get in any way of her thoughts. She focused on one thing. One thing in general of everything that she knows. The guys. Frank. Gerard. Mikey. Ray. Bob. Yes she had only known them a few days. She gets attached too easily. That’s her weaknesses. Her attachment to other people.

As Christine laid there thinking of her flaws. Weakness. Mistakes. She heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the room she was in. The lock undo and the door squeak open. Christine froze. Her breathing increased rapidly as she heard the floorboards creek louder as heavy footsteps came towards her. She shut her eyes as tight as possible praying. Praying it wasn’t him. This wasn’t happening. It can’t be him.

The bed dipped down one sided and Christine felt someone touch her face....

“Hello Beautiful”
Oh shit, Christine thought.

Notes

Okay the next chapter may be a tad dark, so this is just preparing you guys coolio.