ghostboys

twenty-four

for at least five minutes, vance and i argued about who was going to go upstairs and try and escape. i don't understand why he won't let me go.

"please vance. i can get help and he won't even realize im gone until the cops and shit come." i said to him.

"why do you have to be so fucking stubborn? don't you understand you can possibly die!" he yelled and kicked the door which dented it a little.

"23317. see i have it memorized!" i yelled, pointing to my head as he shook his head, "so do i!"

"for fucks sake vance let me fucking go!"

"fine! go!" he shouted, sitting down on the mattress.

i hated that we were arguing but if i do get caught, at least i get more hurt then he does. that's all that mattered. it'd kill me if he got hurt.

"i'll be okay." i said, kneeling down in front of him.

"i just don't want you to get hurt." his voice cracked as he said that, tears threatening to spill.

i have never seen him get like this before.

"hey, vance, i won't get hurt, i promise."

he nodded, "okay."

i smiled and stood back up about to open the door, but a hand on my arm stopped me. i turned to vance and before i could even say anything, his lips were on mine.

"i love you."

my eyes widened.

did he, vance fucking hopper, just say the L word?

"i'll be back."

i let go of his hand and opened the door then slowly walked up the stairs, finding another door. i opened the door and my eyes landed on the grabber, sitting in a chair, with a belt and no shirt.

he had his mask on too.

i went to walk but he moved a little. my hand found my mouth as i struggled to not make a noise. is this it? is he gonna wake up and find me here? next to him?

he didn't wake up.

thank god.

i stepped into what i guessed was the kitchen and took a good look around. it was dark, gross, creepy.

the grabbers breathing was really freaking me out so i walked real quietly out of the kitchen and into the living room.

then to the front door.

i ran to the door, quietly, and opened it, finding a lock on this other door.

griffins bike lock.

i started twisting it, taking a look back to make sure the grabber was still asleep.

first: 23-33-7

that didn't work.

second: 23-3-37

that didn't work.

i tried the last combination and i heard a click. it worked, it fucking worked. i didn't have time to celebrate or go get vance because a dog from the other room began barking.

shit.

i threw open the door and ran out of the house.

"help! help me!" i screamed.

i heard the sound of tires screeching and i looked back, seeing the grabber in his van.

no no no please.

he pulled right in front of me and i crashed into it. the grabber got out of his van and i tried running, "help! the grabber! someone!"

he tackled me and we fell onto the grass. i screamed but his hand covered my mouth, silencing my screams.

i saw a light click on and i screamed louder, but due to his hand on my mouth, the screams were muffled.

the grabber then took out a knife and held it up to my neck as he whispered something in my ear, "scream one more fucking time and i will gut you like a pig right here in the street."

"and strangle you with your own intestines."

i bit his hand which made him groan and pull
his hand away from my mouth and i did what he just told me not to do, i screamed.

and that was the biggest mistake because i was immediately stopped when he stabbed me, in the chest, making me gasp.

"shut the fuck up." he growled.

he pulled the knife out and everything around me was blurry. my eyes teared up. i wanted to cry but i knew he'd stab me more.

all the strength i had vanished and everything went, black.

[3rd pov]

he felt her go limp. shit. he didn't want to hurt her. that wasn't his plan.

when both porch lights turned off, he placed his hand on the wound, trying to stop it from bleeding.

"hey, wake up, i didn't even stab you that much." he whispered while grabbing her face, "allison, wake up."

he shook her but it wasn't working.

"shit shit."

he scooped her up and opened the back of his van then laid her down, gently.

he drove back to his house and carried her unconscious body inside. the door opened and vance looked up, "what the fuck did you do!" he screamed, seeing blood all over the grabber and allison.

"it was an accident. she was being bad." the grabber said, laying her down on the mattress.

"im.....sorry." he mumbled before turning his attention to vance, "try anything and i'll fucking hurt you more." he then walked to the door and slammed it shut, locking it.

"allison." he grabbed her and held her in his arms, "wake up please."

"please."