Kidnapper's Lover

Chapter Ten Electric Chair

After I hung up the phone with Zoe, I ran my fingers threw my jagged hair. I felt like I was going crazy, I felt like I was already dying before I was actually dead. I was going against my worst fear, and I was letting it win. I didn't have any hope left, I didn't having anything that could possible save me now. I was completely out of options, but it didn't surprise me considering I never really had any from the start.

A couple of guards walked into the room with batons and handcuffs. They all looked at me as if I was a kid they wanted lunch money from and if I didn't give it to them they would threaten to beat me.

"Done with your phone call Vincent?" one guard asked.

"Yes, I'm done with my last phone call to someone who in no way was in any help to me, so I guess that was useful," I muttered.

"Do you have anyone else you would like to call before we take you to the separate room of the county jail?"

I counted on my fingers, whispering, "Mom, Dad, brother," I looked back up. "Nope they are all dead." I stood up walking over to them, turning around allowing them to handcuff me. They walked me out of the room and down a hallway until we reached my own private room. I thought, at least for the next couple of hours I'll be in my own quiet room, away from the screams of everyone locked up in here who is dying to get out. The room had to be no bigger than I tiny bedroom for a small child. I walked over to the bed, dragging my fingers through the fluffs and folds of the white blanket that covered it. Pressing down feeling how soft it was, it actually felt quite comfortable. I looked across from it to see a shiny clean mirror along with a nice, clean, sanitized toilet.

"You'll be resting here till it is time for you to go. Enjoy!" another guard said closing and locking the door behind him.

I strolled over to the bed laying myself on top of it. I thought that I would get my last good sleep before I would be asleep forever. With that being said I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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I awoke in a dark room, I didn't quite recognize it. I could hear the static screeches of what sounded like an old television in the distance but I could also to what I made out two voices. Two familiar voices arguing at each other. I was crouched down so I walked on my knees to where the sound was coming from. I could finally start to make out a light, and soon I could see the two voices. It was my mom and dad, they were fighting over what to do with the boys which I thought she meant Mike and me. I looked at my hands to only find I was little again with so much knowledge of the future.

"Mom? Dad? What are you two fighting about?" I asked in a low whisper.

"Oh don't worry about that sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy are fine, we are just discussing something very important. So how about you go play with your brother, okay?" my mom asked.

It had been forever since I was able to gaze at her eyes, so full of life, so happy. Her brown, short, curly hair bounced as she held my hand out the door. I then remember what was going to happen, I remember this day, and I remember how this moment changed my life forever. "Mommy please don't let me go, please don't close that door," I said trying to hold in my tears.

"Why sweetie? I'll be out soon and then we are all going to go get dinner as a family, okay?" she said calmly with great sympathy.

I grabbed on to her leg, crying now. "Please Mommy, Daddy's going to kill you? Can't you see that! He's done it once he will do it again!"

She grabbed me, pushing me off her leg, "Vincent, darling calm down. You need to stop watching those violent shows. They are filling your mind with crazy things," she said as she closed the door, locking it.