Psychopathic

~Chapter 4~

sociopath:
a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and lack of conscience

We couldn't really play much due to my whole chained-up situation. So I just let Hubert and Jeff take me to my room. They took off the chains - thank God - and locked me in the room yet again. Jocelyn Franks didn't come to say hi again, which I was thankful for. I needed some time to think about things.

Ashton and Violet were the first potential friends since freshman year of high school. Sure, Ashton was completely terrified that I was going to kill him in his sleep, but he had let me stay, so that was a good sign.

And Violet was something else. She was chill even with a murderer in the room. I found that strange, but then again she could've watched American Horror Story. To her I was like Tate.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up to the sound of an alarm going off. It was still dark outside when I shot up in my bed. I could hear movement downstairs. I made my way to the door to see what was going on. I looked down the hallway both ways. Where were Jeff and Hubert? I wiggled the steel door to no avail. I wasn't getting out of there any time soon.

"Hey!" I shouted. I wiggled the door some more. It moved, but not in the way I had wanted it to. The heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs. Two armed men were running towards my little jail cell. I quietly hid behind the tall dresser next to my bed.

"Is he in here?" One of the men whispered. They pounded on the door.

"What do you think, nimrod?" The other man kicked the door. "Of course he is! No teenage girl has a steel door with bars on it!"

"I'll bet some would like one," I emerged from my hiding place. I saw them jump a little. I smirked. "You know, invading someone's house isn't very nice."

"Neither is killing innocent people," the man snarled. "You should pay for that."

"Look where I am," I gestured to the house. "I haven't been outside in almost a week and I haven't eaten in two days."

"Police! Come down here and drop your weapons!"

"Dick to the rescue," I mumbled. The one man loaded his gun and pointed it at my head. "Do it. I dare you."

He hesitated and that was all that Hubert needed. He tackled both of them and knocked them unconscious. Jeff arrived and cuffed them up. After it was all over, and Dr. Irwin calmed down Violet and Ashton, he came up to me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Why would you care?" I leaned on the bars of the steel door, my palms getting cold. "If I died you'd have one less problem."

"One less problem that was never solved," Dr. Irwin corrected. "I'd like to solve you first."

With that, Dr. Irwin was gone. It was hard to fall asleep after what happened, but I guess I did eventually, because it was suddenly the sun was shining straight in my eyes. When I sat up and looked to my left, I suspected another break in. The door was open. Wide open. But, Jeff and Hubert were still at the door; I could see their arms.

I shuffled to the doorway. They didn't even look at me. "What's going on?" I asked suspiciously. "Why is the door open?"

"Dr. Irwin wanted to experiment something," Jeff spoke for the first time. "Not our choice."

"Wait, so, he wants me to wander around his house?" I raised an eyebrow at them both. "That seems quite odd."

"Don't ask me, kid," Jeff rolled his eyes at me. "All I know is he wanted the door open, so, the door's open."