Welcome To Hell, Enjoy Your Stay (Chapter Fifteen - Abandoned Warehouse)

Chapter Fifteen – Lane’s POV1

Abandoned Warehouse2

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Vesteskov was very pretty, seeing the sun dipping down the horizon made it even prettier. I’d been here a couple times now with Joshua, but this time, I was alone. Joshua was sick and his parents were forcing him to stay at home.4

I looked at the pink satin sky as it blanketed the city. The little houses lights were still on and shining through the windows. The only things that seemed at all off were the fact that no radios were buzzing that the Nazis were at the street corners. I could see them babbling quietly to each other in German.5

I took a few steps away from the bus stop then headed down the road; not seeing any Nazis with dogs was good news to me. I watched my feet as I went, watching my shoes kick up the dirt and turn it to dust. I smiled to myself as I began to wonder if this was what Julia used to do when she came here. I highly doubted it; she probably strolled right past the Nazis and stuck her tongue out at them.6

I chuckled a bit at the thought then stopped as I felt the burning gaze of a Nazi soldier burn into my skin. I swallowed hard then picked up the pace. The sun was almost completely down by the time I was at the other side of town at the old Abandoned Warehouse. I could see Lynn and Peter waiting impatiently outside.7

The moment the two of them saw me Lynn scurried over, “Any news on Julia?” I shook my head in disappointment, then pulled off my pack and passed it to her. She looked sad but nodded and went over to Peter. They would leave in the morning to deliver the handkerchiefs to the next to Resistance members. Eventually, they would reach the docks.8

Peter snatched Lynn and they hurried off. I guessed they were supposed to be home by now. It wouldn’t be surprising since I was late. I sighed then headed to the bus stop to wait. Suddenly, realization struck me like lightning struck a tree.9

I was late.10

The buses wouldn’t be running this late at night.11

Shit.12

I stood still for a while, watching the sun go down, until I was left in the darkness. Only the street lamps gave off light on this new moon. The sky was dark; the stars hadn’t come out yet.13

I just stood there, too stunned to move. I looked around apprehensively; the Abandoned Warehouse was black in the dead of night and looked like the mouth of a large night monster as I stood there. I could hear the wind blowing and whistling through the trees, sounding like a groan. I knew these were just normal sounds but the shivers that kept going down my spine just because I knew that the warehouse wasn’t a monster and that the whistling wasn’t a groan. I was scared.14

Scratch that, I was terrified.15

I crept step by step into the warehouse, whispering to myself the whole way, telling myself not to be scare… not to be scared… not to be scared…16

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“Lane!” I felt a foot smash into my hip. I yelped and struggled to sit up. What had happened? I blinked at the surge of light that lashed into my eyes. Lynn was standing over me, looking confused. I rubbed my hip where she’d kicked me and muttered grumpily.18

“Sorry,” she said apologetically, “you’re just a heavy sleeper.” 19

“W-What happened?” I stuttered as I continued rubbing my hip. She hugged me and helped me up. I hardly knew Lynn, but apparently she did care. Did she know what happened? Now I noticed Peter standing a couple paces away, looking at his feet.20

Lynn leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Lane…” she paused, seeming a bit uneasy and embarrassed, “y-you were jumped.” I felt my face get bright red as I understood why Peter was anxious. Lynn seemed a bit off and surprised as well. I felt tears begin to slide down my cheeks then buried my face against Lynn’s shoulder. She was silent and just let me cry.21

“Why didn’t you go to the bus Lane?”22

“The buses weren’t running that late.” I murmured anxiously. I struggled to my feet with Lynn’s help. She patted my back then let me head out the door. My face was still bright red, and I knew it, I could feel the heat pumping off my cheeks.23

I scurried pitifully down the road, hurrying as fast as I could of fear of missing the bus—again. But I didn’t have reason to worry it was early, and a bus was just pulling in to the stop as I arrived. I quickly climbed on, paid the man then took a seat next to a pregnant woman. I was guessing she was around twenty, or maybe twenty-five. I smiled at her, trying to force the fear and embarrassment from showing on my face. I just and to hope I wouldn’t get pregnant… shoot, the fear was back.24

“You okay Hon?” The woman asked me. I nodded but I didn’t think I was very good at pulling it off. She gave me a strange look then looked out the window, watching the street sweep under the tires of the bus. I sighed and looked away, studying the other few people on the bus. Most of them looked pretty hardcore, except for a group of teenagers in the back who giggled and laughed the whole ride.25

I felt pretty out of place.26

“Hey, kid!” I looked back as the words slipped through the mass of teenagers. A girl probably a bit older than me was talking, a grin smeared on her face, “Come here!” I shook my head and turned away. I didn’t want to get involved with that group, they didn’t look like the kind of people I wanted to be around.27

Above their squeals and yells I heard one voice above the others, “Hey Carl… isn’t that the girl you raped?” I tensed and pulled my knees to my chest, wishing they would shut up.28

Begging them to shut up in my mind.29