Sacred Deductions

Chapter 6

*flashback continued*

 

I woke up with a huge headache, the worst one I have ever had. I felt extremely groggy and sleepy. I was in complete darkness, so I wasn't able to make out any of my surroundings. I went to cry out for help, but a peice of tape across my mouth was restraining me. My wrists were binded behind my back by something; I couldn't tell what. I knew imediately that Damien was keeping me hostage. I didn't know how long I had been blacked out for, but it certainly didn't feel like one of my after-school naps.

 

Suddenly, I heard a door creak open, and a ray of light brightened the darkness of the room. I heard heavy footsteps entering the room. I looked up and seen a dark figure making it's way towards me. I began silently crying, and praying that Damien wouldn't hurt me again. 

 "Hello, love. How was your sleep?" He asked happily. I made a little muffled noise, trying to say something rude, but it didn't come out as planned because of the tape restraining my speech.

"You were out for 3 days, you now. Surely your family is wondering where you are...." He said, voice trailing off.

He must have flicked on a switch, because a light turned on, so I  could see his cruel face. His short spiky brown hair was perfectly shaped, as usual. His skin looking like he came straight off the show Jersey Shore. His muscles were huge, because he usually spent an hour at the gym everyday. I didn't know how I could have ever liked him. It must have been for his looks, because his personality was shit.

 

He reached out and ripped the tape harshly from my mouth, causing my eyes to begin watering. I kept my head down for a moment, trying to compose myself.

"I love you so, so much, Kayla." He spoke, words sincere, but evil. I made sure to keep my eyes locked on my knees, not daring to look up again.

"Look at me when I speak to you, bitch!" He snarled, grabbing her my and jerking my head up, causing me to look directly into his fuming eyes. I glared at him for a short moment before spitting in his face.

 I could have sworn his eyes turned black with anger. He clenched his hand around my throat, lifting me up off the ground and throwing me against the wall. I gasped for air, clawing at the hand around my neck that was painfully blocking off my airwaves.

"Please." I managed to choke out, my voice barely making it's way out of my throat. He let go of me after a moment of thought, causing me to slide down to my knees, trying to gain my breath back again.

He stepped back to look at me, causing me to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. His upper lip curled up into an ugly sneer. He reached into his back pocket, pulling something out.

A knife. A shiny, sharp, lethal knife. In that moment, I knew for sure I was going to die. Panic flooded all of my senses. I thought I was going to suffocate from fear and sadness.

 I would never see mom or dad ever again. What will they think when I doesn't show up for dinner tonight? What will the do when they get the news that my body was found in my mental

ex-boyfriend's house? They would be heartbroken...

 I wasn't able to pull my eyes away from the knife in his grasp, my breathing ragged and uneven. 

 I has always wanted to be a forensic investigator. I thought it was interesting to investigate dead bodies. It wasn't so interesting when the dead body discovered was your own.

"When you broke up with me, Kayla, it was like you killed me. I loved you so much. I still love you, more than anything. You were my whole world. I would have done anything for you to

be happy. But when you told me that you were breaking up with me, I ran home and cried. Because it felt like my whole world came crashing down on me. You were all I had. You're kind,

beautiful, honest. smart, friendly, and everything every other girl wasn't. You were my own personal angel. Like god sent you down just for me." He took a deep breath. "But you broke

my heart. So I'm going to do something for revenge."

I cried so hard as he gave his speech, as I never knew I had meant that much to him. I was sorry I couldn't return his love. "W-what's your revenge plan?" I asked queitly.

He looked right into my eyes and said, "kill you."

And with that, I began screaming at the top of my lungs, praying somebody would be around to hear me. I continued screaming as he came towards me with the knife.

I was hoping that it would be like the movies, where someone would break through the door at the last minutes and defeat the bad guy. But life isn't a fairytale. I realized that as he brought the knife down, plunging it into my chest violently. I shrieked in agony as I felt the knife drive deeper and deeper into my flesh. Each second of it was pure hell.

He finally ripped the knife out of my skin, only to drive it into my side repeatedly. I clutched my chest as I felt the life I once cherished slip away from me. My screams had now stopped, as I had no energy left. The blood had drained out of me more and more with each plunge of the knife. I looked up in agony at Damien's savage face, seeing any humanity that he once owned be replaced with animalistic fury. There was no room for any thoughts left in me, all I could focus on was the pain. As he drew his arm back, I knew this would be the final hit. He took a deep breath and I did aswell, right before he drove the knife straight into my heart.