Abel Scott, Back from the Dead.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

All Sarah Lawrence saw was a shining light and then everything became pitch black accompanied with searing pain.

“My eyes! What the hell; my eyes” Sarah Lawrence dropped to her knees, clawing at her cheeks trying to take off the pain she felt.

Sarah Lawrence stretched her hands forward, blindly reaching for something; anything that could make the pain stop while the liquid burned deeper. 

Bang! 

Sarah Lawrence could only hear muffled sounds from the blow one of the gang members left on her face. 

Five men who stood over six feet entered the apartment, Their faces were covered and the word PRAY tattooed on their neck. 

“What’s going on, Sarah?” 

“Who are these people,Sarah?” Elena Lawrence asked, moving towards the door. 

One of the men with a hand as large as an elephant trunk jacked Elena Lawrence up by her shirt and threw her like a rag doll.

“Ah!” Elena Lawrence screamed her back landing on the television screen and her face stumbling first  into the center table in the living room. 

Elena Lawrence's eyes were wide with tears and her throat dried out from the sight of these giants. Terror bursting through her spine. 

Elena took three gulps of dry and empty swallows. “What…do…you…want…with…us?” Elena Lawrence managed to ask.

“Me? Nothing?” One of the gang members said with a shrug as he crossed his legs over Elena.

“I’m just here to inflict pain on you and get paid” He cocked his head and bent down and delivered six rapid blows into Elena Lawrence’s face. Each blow came harder than the previous.

A sickening thudding of flesh against bone. Each punch is a pathway to silence. It was not sharp nor clean. It was final.

Elena Lawrence gasped for air. Her breath ceased in between. Her lungs were too scared to function. Then for a second her heart stopped. 

“Ugh!” Elena Lawrence sucked in desperate heavy breath accompanied with pain.

“Uoof” Elena Lawrence exhaled, spitting out blood and a broken tooth that clattered against the floor.

The gang member rose up, a sly grin spreading across his face. He was enjoying this. He calmly licked the blood off his gloves. 

“I could do this all day, whew!!” He said, letting out a celebratory sigh.

Elena Lawrence crawled out in an attempt to escape her ordeal. She winced hard, her eyes squeezed shut to garner strength. 

“Come here, you filthy dog” Another gang member yelled, mockingly dragging her by the hair like she was his plaything. 

“Ah!!” Elena screamed, pain rising through her skin. Her body aching from the tooth she lost. 

Another gang member caught her and another ramped his leg into the hand causing it to split. 

“Ah!” Elena Lawrence cried. 

“Oh my God! My hand” Elena Lawrence whimpered. 

Elena Lawrence looked at her disjointed hands twisted in a manner beyond recognition. It did not feel part of her body anymore.

“This cannot be happening to me” Elena Lawrence whispered, wincing and squeezing her eyes from the searing pain in her tooth. 

She had never felt this kind of pain in her life. 

“Please! Please!” Elena Lawrence heard Sarah pleading. 

“Sarah?” Elena Lawrence whispered, as she searched the room for her daughter through bloodied and blurry eyes.

Elena Lawrence could only see a figure tied to the ceiling and being beaten with a baseball bat. The gang member hummed a tune in rhythm to each stroke.

“That’s enough” A gang member said, his voice cold and detached “She said we should make them see hell and regret their actions” 

“Let’s get out of here” Another Gang member with bloodshot eyes ordered spitting on the face of Sarah Lawrence.

Elena Lawrence heard it all faintly as their towering figures left the room. The broken door creaking open and their muffled laughter. 

Elena Lawrence  tried to reach out to Sarah Lawrence but the world spun around her one final time then she collapsed into nothingness. 

“Who is she? What did we do to her?” Elena Lawrence whispered through labored breath. Then the world went black.