• Chapter 6

    Back at the campsite Steve in the camper fought for his life as he got the shirt untied from his wrists. When he got the shirt off, he looked for a way to get outside. The only way to get outside was through the door that had something wedged up against it, so he tried to kick it, nothing moved. So he ran and busted the door open with all of his body weight. The door managed to open but as he hit the door he lost balance and did not land on his feet. He tried to gain balance but it was useless.
    Steve fell sideways and ended up hitting the back of his skull onto the concrete that had been put there two summers before. The concrete had almost split his skull open and he was bleeding very badly.
    As he tried to focus, he began to go on the verge of unconscious. His head ached and his vision was no longer as good. Everything around him was blurred.
    As he tries to look around and see where this man was, he found the large dark object in front of the fire. The object just stood and stared. Steve soon found out it was the man that had tried to kill him.
    Yelling for help, there was nothing to be heard. Steve’s throat was sore and he couldn’t breathe.
    “Aww, is someone hurting?” The man said, “Well here hun, we can fix that problem right now!” The man grabbed a knife out of his pocket and flipped it open and slowly slid it against Steve’s throat. The knife was sharp, Steve could feel it bearing through his skin as it slid across his neck. “Listen to me! If they wake up before I am out of here, they won’t see you again either.” Quickly he cut a hole near Steve’s throat and it began to bleed.

    Steve tried to fight the pain, though there was no alternative. “Jason!” Steve tried to shout, though it could be heard for only a couple yards.
    The big bulky man turned around with a growl and Steve seen the fire in his eyes. Nobody could have remembered his name; he hadn’t been called that name in years. How in the hell did Steve remember? The man wondered.
    He walked to Steve and kneeled down on his right knee and watched Steve lie in pain. “Jason? I thought you would have grown up by now kid!” With a deep breath and a pause he looked off into the woods. “I guess sometimes it takes pain in order to learn your lesson!”
    Steve feared this moment would come, so he thought. He tried to move, but he felt paralyzed all over. The pain from his throat and the back of his neck was a very excruciating pain that was beyond unbearable. He had never felt this much pain since he was with his mother in a car accident when he was 9 years old.

    “Mommy, when are we going to be there?” The little boy said, anxiously waiting to see his family at the reunion.
    It was a warm but rainy day. Every once in a while the rain would get so strong that visibility would be limited to 50 yards, sometimes less than that. Hopefully though by time they would get there it would be gone.
    “Hunny, we will be there in about another hour.” Slowly brushing his combed hair forwards. He was a little chubby kid then, and rather short for his age. His mom was in her mid-thirties when this happened.
    “Mommy, who all is going to be there?” Little Steve asked.
    “I don’t know hunny, we will have to wait and see.” So she thought.
    As they came up around a big turn called ‘Big Hilly’ she lost control while turning to the right. She slid to the left and the back end fish-tailed. Up ahead came a big tractor-trailer and drove directly into the driver side door. Instantly killing his mother; Steve made it out alive, barely though. He was in the hospital for weeks; the doctors had done multiple surgeries to repair the nerves on his left arm, left leg, and also strengthen the joints in his vertebrae. After that day, Steve had never been the same; nor will he ever be the same.

    Steve snapped back into reality with the sound of an axe splitting wood. The large sharp object shoving itself through a tree cracking every inch it travels through. Years it took for that tree to be that big, taken down in seconds.
    Steve tossed himself onto his back trying to gather his thoughts. He tried to scream and this time it was a little louder than before, but barely noticeable in a far distance.
    The big man appeared at the left side of Ron with a solid piece of wood; split by the axe it was still a fairly large piece of wood.
    “Oh now, so I see we can shut our mouths eh?” The big man said. “I’ll get something that will shut you up for good.” And he slung that chunk of wood into the bottom of Ron’s chin breaking his jaw.
    Steve instantly collapsed and went unconscious.
    Feeling satisfied, the man stared to make sure he wasn’t faking anything. “Ok then, have a good rest princess. You’re going to have a long day tomorrow.”