Just One Detour.

Chapter One.
Just Nap Time.

This wasn’t the usual way home, but she didn’t have another way because of the detour that was half way to her house. All she needed to do was figure out how to get home. Because of her lack of courage, she never had a real desire to go through the forest that has triggered all of her nightmares unto this point.

“It’s alright Naomi. Calm down… all I have to do is not pay attention to the black trees…” she gripped the steering wheel at nine and six, her palms becoming sweaty.

Pushing down the break with her left foot, Naomi’s dark hair swung forward. She closed her eyes and began panting as hard as the last time she was here. “The events that happened years ago, they weren’t real… just lame things that… that needn’t be mentioned.”

The sun wasn’t close to setting, but she felt like the dark was going to consume her. It’d been Eleven years since the last time she had to travel through trail that plagued Chancing Wood.

Naomi opened her eyes to see the trees closing in on her, the sun began to melt away and she noticed the car crumbling under her tight grip. The car that was also closing in on her silenced her screams.

Soon, she felt the steering wheel slip away and her body became weak. With her eyes closed, she took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

”Come here Naomi, come on, it’s a good idea,” a dark man motioned for the young Naomi to walk to him.

Afraid, Naomi didn’t move, the man scared her and she’d been taught not to get in cars with strangers. “N.. no,” she stuttered.

Before she realized what he was doing she was cupped strong between his hands. He was dragging her to his black SUV and threw her in the back seat. The dark tinted windows silenced her screams and he drove off.

“What the hell?” her hands were shaking and she gripped her black hair, hoping it would calm her down. Nothing was working.

As soon as she reached for the distorted door handle, the clink against her window made her jump. Her hazel eyes glued shut and her hand reached around for the automatic lock. The locks punctured down, and the clinking continued.

“Miss? Hello miss?” it was a man. A man was knocking against the window, trying to get Naomi’s attention. He was taller, with giant grey eyes.

Hiding her face with her hand, Naomi started to break out in a cold sweat, rocking back and forth, “This isn’t real. Go away! I’m fine!”

“Are you sure?” the man asked. “You turning signals and windshield wipers are going wild.”

“Ahhh! Go away!” she screamed, her voice cracking.

Shattering glass filled Naomi’s ears, and she felt hands wrap around her. She tried to jolt away, but her strength had failed her, and the door was pried open with some type of crowbar. The man told her it was going to be all right, but soon, she faded away.

Finally, hours later, Naomi’s eyes shot open. Unusual milieu caused her to freak out, but she couldn’t move. Wailing her legs around, she was glad to know she wasn’t completely taped up.

“Where am I?” her voice cracked as flared her legs some more. It was hard for her to stay calm on the environment and she felt her body begin to shake.

“You do not remember dear Naomi?” a dark voice asked in the shadows of on of the corners surrounding the girl.

Without saying a word, Naomi’s face went pale, leaving her eyes open, darting around the room. This was the voice of the man that had… no he hadn’t done anything. Her imagination was getting the best of her again.

“What, you can’t hear me? Haha,” malicious, the man continued talking to the strapped woman. “Roger, do you remember, I made you scream my name… in that room, right there.”

The man that called himself Roger walked to Naomi and stroked her soft hair. This sent chills down Naomi’s spine as her eyes immediately shot at the door at her left.

No… it was real! Her body became numb, she couldn’t feel her face, or her, now steady, legs. Tears were tarnishing her pale skin.

As for Roger, he was walking around the table looking over the new woman. It’d been a long time since he’d seen Naomi, almost Eleven years. Now that he had her back, he was happy to see that she was about the age of his son, Shane.

“Shane,” Roger’s wrinkled eyes squinted to the door to his left. His son should be coming soon. The aging man waited for his son, but nothing happened. Pushing his receding brown-grey hair back Roger walked to the door and opened it.

The stench that illuminated from the room caused Naomi to gag, but she dare not make a sound. Her memory soon began to go in and out, seeing the face of Roger years ago he almost looked the same. There was a slight weight difference, and less hair than before, but everything about him, and his home remained the same.

“What do you want?” a new voice echoed through her ears and she looked at the bad-smelling room. She couldn’t see anything, so she turned away, and looked to where a phone would be. Nothing.

“You’re doing that again?!” screamed the angry father, “son, you need to get off the that damned computer!” out walked the two men together. The son, Shane, was zipping up his dark jeans. He was handsome, with a good build, but not too bulky, and beautiful brown locks.

“Oh, she’s beautiful. What’d you say her name was?” Shane’s bright eyes looked from his father to the woman on the table.

Roger’s eyes lit up when he saw the look on his only son’s face, “Naomi, isn’t she Shane?”

“Nay-oh-me,” the syllables came out of his mouth one at a time, making sure he had the whole idea of her name.

“Speak for him!” Roger ordered, his friendly expression soon changed to evil glares as he turned his face to see the fear on Naomi’s face. He raised his hand above her face, but Shane stopped him.

“Dad, really? That’s not the best idea. I mean, she has to go home without harm…” Shane received an evil eye from his father, but silently agreed with the choice.

“So Nay-oh-me?” Shane looked back at the helpless girl, who had tears starting to swell in her eyes. “Dad, you can leave this to me… I think I’ve got it.”

With a proud smile, and a pat on the back, Roger went out a door that was followed by another door being slammed. “Alright, now… we can begin.” With a sadistic voice, Shane neared the defenseless Naomi.

“No, no…” Naomi’s voice sounded shattered as Shane watched his father leave, and his eyes focused on her.

“Alright, listen Naomi,” Shane came in close to Naomi’s face, as though he was kissing her, “I don’t want to do what my father did… I watched him rape hundreds of children… and you may not remember me, but, you went to school with me.”

As Shane talked into her ears, she began to realize who really was talking to her. “Wesley Tokens? It’s.. you?”

Backing away from her a bit, so Naomi could see his face, he smiled, “Yes. Wesley, ha-ha. But, in order to let you go, you have to pretend, scream, yell, whatever… and after that, I’ll let you go through that door.” He pointed to door that was now shut, immobilizing the horrible aroma.

Nodding, Naomi listened to the proposal Wesley was whispering in her ear. Screams, and cries for help later, Wesley walked out of the room, to where his father was sitting. “I need some duct tape Father.”

Handing his son the tape, Roger smiled and picked up the newspaper in front of him. ’That’s my boy.’ he thought to himself, hearing the lock on the door click.

“Alright, now, shut up!” the sound of the tape releasing made a loud noise through the door. “Naomi, go through the door, and you should find your car parked out behind the window… then, drive away carefully.”

With tears in her eyes, Naomi still appeared afraid, “What about you?”

“Eh, I’ll get screamed at, slapped around, but it won’t be the first time.” Awful memories came flooding back to Wesley, making him shutter, but he ignored them.

Stretching her arms around her body, then whipping dirt off her body, “Come with me.”

Reluctant, Wesley had to decide between leaving his father, and following his long-lost-childhood friend. “I can’t.”

“You can, Wesley come with me,” Naomi’s voice continued to come out a whisper.

“I can’t… Naomi, I would love to come with my old friend, but I simply can’t,” the blue eyes faded back into his mind and Wesley shook his head. It’s been too many years away from the outside of the walls he grew around, and nothing could change what he’d gone through.

Footsteps came closer to the door, staggering to reach the entrance. “Shane?” Roger’s voice came booming through the dark room. “Everything all right?” he asked tapping on the outside of the door.

“Now, leave Naomi,” the brunette whispered, pushing her towards the open window.

Making loud steps and pounds on the table, Naomi whipped tears away from her face. Her face expressed a feeling of resentment and betrayal, but she knew what she had to do.

“Fine… a little longer.” Wesley’s voice answered, helping with the strikes.

Walking out the door, Naomi was careful not to make a sound as she hit the darkened floor below her. “Come on,” she pulled Wesley’s arm, causing him to fall into the doorframe.

Glaring at her, he tugged his arm away, motioning for her to leave. Stubborn, Naomi refused, grabbing a hold of Wesley’s arm a second time.

“Naomi,” he said sternly.

“No.” Was the only thing left to say as she pulled him through the entrance and into the foul-smelling region.

Resisting, Wesley heard a key insert into the door and click. He cursed under his breath and quickly shut the door, leading Naomi to freedom.

Adjusting her eyes to the dark Naomi tried to watch her feet, but the attempt was unsuccessful; she kept stumbling and tripping over objects all through the shadows.

“What’s in here?” she dared to ask as she reached the window that had a key lock and a metal shutter locked onto it.

Entering four numbers into the keypad Wesley tried to ignore the question. But, once she asked again, he opened the window and tugged at her torn shirt. By the faint light of the moon, she noticed the pale carcasses lying around in heaps surrounding her feet.

A scream came from her muffled mouth; Wesley had seen her reaction and covered her lips before Roger had a chance to get the door.

“Listen to me,” Wesley began, pushing her towards the window, “it’s better to stay quiet now that you know.”

Jumping to the ground, she patter the wet grass she’d never been so happy to see, “Only if you come,” pulling the blue-eyed murderer towards her, he fell out of the window with a hard thump on the ground.

“What the hell are you doing Shane?!” the old man screamed, standing at the other end of the vicinity.

“Run,” Wesely stood up rubbing his backside.

Both of them rushed to the car, noticing a broken windshield and a dented driver’s door. “Get in,” Naomi motioned clambering into the vehicle and pulling a spare key out of her glove box.

The car started and the old man appeared in front of the car, standing there, staring. “You will die now,” he screeched, his head twitching uncontrollably.

Pulling back the gearshift, she pulled down and put the car in reverse. Stepping on the gas petal, Naomi sped out of the woods and into day the middle of town. But the roads were empty, and staring back at her was the grey-haired man, holding a knife in his left hand, and a gun in the other.

Bang. A loud shot was fired and Naomi screamed. She felt Wesley’s arms engulf her entire body as the bullet hit; she could feel nothing more but her body shaking. Her weeps covering her cries for help.

“Naomi?” a familiar voice asked through the tears.

A/N: reviews are loved becuase i haven't written anythign new in a while. there's two more chappies after this, and the love will not be in vain... and returned!! haha.