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Jordan – Chapter Eight

A few more months had past, I knew now that whatever shred of hope I had about me being found was gone. I wondered how long they would keep me here before killing me. I felt so dirty, customer after customer, I now had roughly three a day and it was horrible.

Sometimes while they were ‘having their way with me’ I would try picture myself with Elliot. Try to remember the date we went on. Even trying to remember what he looked like was difficult. But…every time I tried doing that, Jordan appeared in my head and Elliot would be gone. I try running at him to strike him down, but I can’t move.

We were always standing in a field with him underneath an oak tree. The wind rushing through his fur, the sun blazing off him. He was wearing an open white shirt and while shorts every time.

He would never say anything, but he started walking towards me now in my dreams. Before I knew it the client was finished and I would awaken. I drift off without realizing but at least I don’t remember what they done with me.

I was now waiting for my weekly shower. But something seemed strange. I couldn’t hear paw steps in the hall anymore. I couldn’t hear the shouts from furs in other rooms. Also the fur that came to escort me to my shower hadn’t shown up yet. I had no clock but sometimes you just know when something is late, or maybe it’s just a fox thing.

I had now been waiting too long so I decided to sleep until either dinner or another customer arrives.

I had the dream again. The one with me and Jordan. I tried so hard to picture Elliot in my mind but my sub-conscience wouldn’t allow me to.

He was standing beneath the tree again, looking as handsome as ever. I knew what lay beneath his fur was pure evil but he was still gorgeous.

He started walking towards me again. I was expecting to awake once again. But nothing happened, he kept walking to me. As he got closer I could see he was smiling, it wasn’t the usual way he smiled though. It was nice, comforting and without evil.

He was now about 15 foot from me and I could see his eyes clearly now, they looked the same as ever. To me they used to be comforting, but now they scare me. They looked straight at me.

He got closer, about 10 foot. His eyes still staring straight at me, I started getting scared, like, really scared. I wasn’t as scared when he threatened to kill me.

He sped up now, walking fast for a few feet and then sprinting. I could see it. Him bashing into me at the speed of light. Pinning me to the floor. Ripping my throat out with his teeth. I wanted to run. I tried but got nowhere. I was paralysed with fear.

He was now only a few feet in front of me, he jumped. Straight towards me but I awoke. I awoke with sweat dripping through my fur, panting. I leaped out of bed. I was well rested. I’m guessing around six to eight hours sleep. No food had come. And obviously nofur came to wake me up for my shower. I started to get seriously hungry.

‘Do they think I’m getting fat or something?’ I thought to myself.

I sat upon my bed scratching at the wall. I had drawn a picture of my mom the day I got here with my claws, of course it wasn’t too well drawn but it still reminded me of her.

I drew around the ‘Kyle loves Elliot’ that I drew on the wall. I then reached under my pillow to get the note I had from him. I still read it every day. It gives me hope that someday I might be able to get out of here alive. I clenched the note to my chest.

I looked up when I heard a yelp from down the hall. I was wondering what it was until it started whimpering. It sounded like Jordan whimpering, but it’s hard to tell. I then heard someone shout my name.

I ran to the door as fast as possible and shouted “Hello?!” back. I heard no answer but he was near. I could smell blood lingering through the halls…