In The Dead of Night Book 1 & 2

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

I waited in the cold room with the white tile floor, white walls, white cabinets, every damn thing was white; it was almost blinding. My body still ached and burned from the blast of the house, I don't know how I could have been so distracted as to forget about the gas main in the house, although when you have a trigger happy redneck moron of a deputy aiming his pistol at your head I guess every other detail does go out the window. What the hell happened? I know what I saw and it seemed so clear that Stacey had turned her back on me, how did she get the upper hand? So many questions flooding my head, I twisted the cap off of the pill bottle and took three capsules threw them in my mouth and chewed them up hoping that method would help the drug work its way into my blood stream quicker. Stacey and the doc were seemingly taking forever and it's starting to bug me, I don't know what happened so really I don't know whats going on still, how do I know this is not all still a big game or set up? Could she be plotting something sinister for me, my paranoia was getting the best of me. I began scanning around the room looking for anything I could utilize to defend myself if I had to, in the corner was a small steel table with surgical instruments on it but appeared to be about ten feet from the table I was on and my last attempt to stand ended in me failing miserably. Maybe if I am prepared this time and I really push myself, I can make it. I slid to the edge of the table and carefully and slowly put pressure to my feet, holding most my body weight up with my arms on the table. I didn't feel any pain but more so numbness clearly from the OXY. It was kicking in already, thank god, my feet felt as if they were asleep making the task of trying to walk seem impossible. Slowly I worked my way to the table and quickly took a couple scalpels, carefully leaning down I slowly tucked one into the side of my shoe slowly, as to not cut myself slicing the blade down into the sole of my shoe and tucking my pants leg over the handle. The second one I used to slit open the seem of the inside of the cuff on the sleeve of my hoodie, taking a strip of surgical tape I slid the blade into the cuff and taped the handle to the inside of the sleeve for quick access if I needed it. I heard Stacey and the doc coming, so I quickly stumbled towards the hall tripping into the wall and swearing loudly as Stacey rushed into the room with the doc.

"Steven, what the hell are you doing? You know you can't walk don't be so stupid!"

"Stupid? Kiss my ass, what was taking you and doctor dip shit here so damn long? We need to get the hell out of here now, help me get to the truck."

Stacey lunged forward and slapped me in the face knocking me into the wall, then continued hitting me and screaming. All I could think about was how I had been right, she did intend to do harm to me. I felt my rage growing to such intense height that everything else went away, I slid the scalpel from my sleeve and lunged back at her, grabbing her hair behind her and jerking her head back into the wall on the other side of the hall placing the scalpel to her throat.

"Look you demented little bitch, it's clear that you think your on some kind of power trip, you think your bad ass, but just you remember the original twisted fuck in this relationship alright? Your nothing more then my little play toy, a personal hobby and sex toy, your nothing more then a wannabe. You wannabe me but you will never be me, not even close because your emotional and stupid and just as easy as I made you Stacey. I could slit your pretty little throat, you have no idea how tempted I am to do so right now, but I'm not yet through with you so you better learn your place, do you understand me?"

"Yes Steven, I understand. I am so sorry, please forgive me I love you" Stacey said crying.

I quickly averted my attention to the sound of heavy quick paced foot steps, the doc was running away and screaming for anybody's attention. I pulled the pistol from the back of Stacey's jeans and pointed it down the hall firing, striking the doc in the back of the leg as he shrilled and collapsed to the floor. I limped down the hall way towards him as he tried to crawl away, I just laughed at him, he looked so pathetic whining like a child and crawling. As I reached him he rolled over extending his arms out towards me, palms of his hands flat towards me crying and begging me not to kill him, as he pushed his body backwards across the floor with his feet smearing blood down the hallway.