CAPTIVE

Chapter 2

Stephanie's Pov.

I laid on my bed watching a Nickelodeon show titled 'Henry Danger'. I know right, I'm nineteen years of age still watching a kiddies show, weird right? but I do not care.

Soon, events of the previous night flooded my mind, I still couldn't believe mom slapped me something she has never done in her life. She didn't care to come by this morning, this whole thing is frightening and disturbing. A thought popped up my mind, I decided to put a call across my dad's sister the one in the picture to clear my head.

No response!! Arrgghh. I tried for the fifth time and still couldn't get to her. I thought of phoning my cousin sister__ her daughter. She picked on the first ring and I gave out a loud sigh.

"What's up Tracy, I've been calling your mom for a while now but couldn't get to her. How's she doing?" I asked waiting for a positive reply?

She sniffed and I became bothered. I sat upright and started shaking.

"Are you crying? What's wrong? Are you having a cold?" I asked.

"She's dead, she died yesterday morning. I don't know how it happened. I found her in a pool of blood when I returned from school. I don't know how." She whimpered.

Dead? Yesterday morning? A pool of blood? Dead?!!!! Dead??. It's not possible, it can't be possible. She can't be dead. I sprang up to my feet pacing back and forth in my room trying to process the information I just heard.

"Are you sure of what you're saying?" I asked.

"How would I make that up, I would send you pictures through WhatsApp" she replied cutting the line.

I chewed on my nails, something I did whenever I was afraid. A notification popped up, I opened it and saw the pictures she sent. They were the exact picture I saw on my mom's phone. I shook my head vigorously and screamed. I punched the wall so hard that blood oozed out of my fingers. I breathed so hard thinking of a way to calm myself. I saw a shiny blade on my vanity. I picked it up, lifted my skirt and draw hard lines on my laps. The sting calmed me down immediately, I cleaned the blood oozing from the cut with tissue paper. I flushed the tissue paper in my toilet to avoid mom from finding out.

I slumped on my bed and cried, my door flung open and I wiped my tears immediately and sat upright.

"What were you doing? I heard your screams from my room" she asked, voice laced with anything but concern.

"I'm fine mom, I just found out my school extended the holiday for two weeks" I answered hoping to convince her.

"Cut the crap, sweetheart. She's dead right?" She smirked.

"You!!! What did you do?" I screamed in tears.

"That's a story for another day. Well, I won't hesitate to kill you the way I killed your father and your brothers" she smiled evilly.

My father and brothers? I gasped.

"You did what?" She laughed.

"Hard to believe right, I'm on a mission and you are my key to accomplishing that mission that's why I spared your life, sweetheart". She sat close to me and touched me, I flinched from her touch and she smiled.

"You know, just yesterday I was tickling you and you were laughing like a maniac and right now my touch seems to repulse you" she let out a hearty laughed which irked me. God knows how much I want to rip off her throat now. If looks could kill, then she would be 6f't underneath the ground.

"Yeah, that reminds me, can I please have your phone," she asked in a mockery tone. "Cos, you won't be needing it any longer and also, you are not to leave this house without my permission any longer". She stated plainly.

I held onto my phone tightly and refused to release it, she snatches the phone forcefully and smiled. She left the room in this note; "do not try anything stupid because I will find you".

My heart was in pieces now, what happened to the loving mother I once had. What? She was the brain behind Dad and my brothers' accident. She killed dad. I held my chest tight to be able to stop the pain but it was impossible. I cried like a child, the tears were flowing uncontrollably. My head ached, my breath hitched, my temperature raised. I punched the wall so hard. I picked up the blade and looked at it intensely.

"my knight in shining armour"

I smiled bitterly as I raised my skirt showing my fresh lap. I cut myself with the blade, I smiled in satisfaction as the blade kiss my skin, my eyes were shut as I welcomed the sting. It calmed me a bit.

What would I do? How will I escape this?.

Dad and my brothers were said to have been involved in a ghastly motor accident claiming their lives.

That faithful day,

We were all excited because James is returning from overseas today after six years of schooling there. Dad insisted on going with Andrew to pick up James from the airport while I stay with mum to prepare James favourite food.

I heard mom screams from the kitchen, I went to know what's wrong. She finally told me the reason why she was screaming after much persuasion. I cried my eyes out on hearing dad and my brothers were dead. Mom cried to a point where she could no longer cry. Her eyes were bloodshot red, she starved herself for days despite my pleas for her to eat.

So all of this we're mere pretence. I couldn't believe she was just putting up a drama then. What is life without a father? What is life when you discover your mother is a serial killer? I looked at my reflection in the mirror and cried. I needed this pain to end, the satisfaction the blade gave was no longer enough.

I am now a CAPTIVE!!! I am now a PUPPET to a serial killer.

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