My psycho side

Escape (Maya Run)

    Back at the room, I take a deep breath. How do I confront him about what he did to Camaya?

   I've to be smart. I can't stay here any longer than I have. I hear the water in the bathroom and fuck this is my chance. Rope. I need a rope so I can tie him. I frantically search around his room, his drawers, closets but there's nothing like a rope. Well, a belt will do just fine.

   I take two belts from one of his drawers and set the chair right where I need it. I look around for anything I may need but the rest is on me. When I hear the water stop, I position myself just behind the door with a vase in hand. Immediately he comes out, I'll hit his head or neck or whatever part I see fit. He won't see this coming. I smile at the thought.

   And just as I planned, he comes out with only a towel wrapped around his waist and he doesn't see what's on the other side. I hit his neck just where I know will have him knocked out and he slumps on the floor with a 'heavy' thud.

   It seriously is going to cost me a lot to move his body. I push his body all the way to the chair infront of his bed and damn is he heavy. I position him on the chair properly and bond his hands behind his back strapped to the chair. I also bond his legs together and sit on the bed.

  I wipe the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand and huff out the stray hair blocking my view. This really took out a lot. I take a few breaths to calm down and soon I'm back to normal.

   I stare at the specimen before me. He has long shinny black hair, almost shoulder length. His lashes are long and cast a shadow on his face. His beard cleanly shaved to perfection and his jaw sharp. He's handsome actually but the things he did to Camaya cover all that. My blood starts to boil with anger thinking about...

    I'm on my feet before I can register what's happening and then enter the bathroom. I fill the cup just near the sink with water and take big gulps of it. I look at my imagine in the mirror. I pair of bloodshot green eyes stare back at me. They look strange because there's an emotion or emotions. Anger, pain, betrayal, bitterness  and carry a bit of tiredness but a tiredness with determination. I'm determined to do whatever it takes to aveng Mom, Jacob, William, Camaya and myself. Whatever it takes.

   I walk back into the room and think of what to do. Jeff should be awake in about ten minutes. I decide to go to my room and bring the diary but I'm met with Rita at the door.

   She looks inside and her eyes widen before she turns her gaze to me.

   "What... what do you think you're doing?"

   "What does it look like? Whatever you're thinking is what I'm going to do to him." I shrug and give her a smirk.

   With widened eyes she says;

   "Yo... you're... you're not going to... to kil... kill him, are you?" She stutters which makes me smile.

   "I had actually not thought about that but thanks for the tip." Her jaw practically sweeps the floor.

   "Hahaha you... you should have seen your face. You looked like this." I mimick her and then laugh.

   "I was only joking." I manage to say after I've quieted down.

    "I'm going to make him pay. I'll make him suffer ten fold what Camaya suffered. He will beg for his life and I'll enjoy every bit."

    "What do you mean?" She asks with curiosity the earlier fear forgotten.

   "For that you will have to find it out yourself." I move past her and into my room for the diary and when I'm back, she's still standing by the door. I smile at that. I know she won't do anything to jeopardize my plan because she feels guilty for not helping Camaya.