Twisted

Freedom

Behind the house, Thomas frantically crawled out the back window, gasping for air. He crawled into the bushes and hid there for a few hours. He had burns all over his body and was biting down on his hands to not scream out of pain.

When he was awake enough, in the middle of the night, he grabbed ashes from a burnt object and positioned them to look like a burnt body. A few hours later, Thomas finally saw his reflection in an abandoned bathroom and almost screamed with shock. Half of his face was completely burnt and the other half had large burnt spots all over him that looked hideous. Lucky for him, he looked nothing like he had before.

He then went into hiding and after some time, finally hit puberty since he was a late bloomer. His voice was much deeper and no one would be able to recognize him from his high school picture. He changed his name and moved to where Stacy now lived. He spent the last 28 years in hiding, constantly trying to find Stacy during that time.

He looked for her every single day during those years, feeling incomplete. One day many years later, he finally found her, married and with a baby girl. Stacy had just turned 45 and was thrilled by the birth of her daughter, by her second husband.

Her pregnancy was complicated with dozens of risks, but during her 20s, 30s, and 40s, she had no interest in dating because of her obvious trauma. She finally met someone special when she was 39 and had her daughter, Myra when she was 43. Barely remembering the details of her past at this point, she began to live peacefully, until one fateful knock at her door.

Stacy's husband was on a business trip in another state at the time and her baby was upstairs asleep when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door and immediately knew who was staring back at her. Those eyes, that hair, that burnt face. Stacy was paralyzed with fear as he walked through the door, without saying a word, and looked around her nice house. She begged him to leave them alone, immediately covering her mouth, remembering she wasn't alone at home. He walked straight towards the baby's room. He came back to the entrance, with the baby in his arms. Stacy then went on her hands and knees, begging him to leave her baby alone, saying it was the only child she could ever have.

Before she could finish pleading, Thomas gave her a deeply threatening look that shut her up. He then walked out with the baby and Stacy was left on the floor crying hysterically. Thomas put the baby in his car and drove to his parents old home, where he put the baby in an old box.

He caressed her face with his right hand, while holding a knife in his left. Stacy then received a call from an unknown number. Knowing exactly who it was, she answered and he told her to pray for herself and her baby, then he hung up. She then received an address from him and she drove there like a wild animal. When she went inside, it reminded her of his foster parents house when he lived on his own. She brought a knife with her and heard Thomas' voice from the second floor, commenting that she had finally come. She then got a better look at him when the window light hit his face. He was still slightly chubby, but with large burnt marks on his face, shoulders and probably whole body. His voice was much deeper and more intimidating to her, but the scariest part was that he had not just grown taller, he grew to be 6'4 while Stacy was only 5'4. He then walked past her and turned a chair towards her, revealing her mother's corpse. Stacy was shocked, knowing that she had died of a heart attack the year before. Before she opened her mouth, Thomas was one step ahead and told her "Yes she did die of a heart attack, with this" and he waved a knife at her. "And now with the circle almost complete, we will finish this, just like in 1980" he said. She was about to reach for her knife when he slowly walked toward her. "Why the sudden violence? I thought we were just getting started. Don't you want to see your daughter? She is the price you have to pay" he said. She then looked in all the rooms but couldn't find her. Then she found her clothes hidden in the back of one of the rooms, all stained in red. Stacy fell to her knees and cried frantically. He slowly walked towards her and gently padded her shoulder. "Sometimes the youngest die first" he said softly as he rolled his fingers with his other hand, holding his knife. She didn't move away from him, just turned around, with a completely broken look in her eyes to ask him why. He just smiled at her while shaking his head. She turned back and put her head in her hands. She then suddenly felt herself raging and was about to pounce on him, when he grabbed both her arms and kicked her in the stomach, sending her slamming against the wall. He then pinned her to the wall and bent down to her ear. "Just to let you know, you fully deserve this" he whispered and started punching and slapping her in the face. She was close to passing out, when she heard a baby crying, her baby girl.