Chapter 3

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"W-what?" And after that I blacked out. I woke up in a cell, the floor was concrete, I was on a bed with fluffy covers, the walls were peeling, their was no hot air, it was extremely cold, I was scared, my eye lids felt heavy. "Help!" I shouted. "Please let me go!" I was expecting the police to come barging in, to rescue me. Nothing. After all my work with serial killers I've never been in a actual case, I was scared. Suddenly someone came in. "Good morning, how do you feel about rice for breakfast?" Nathan said. "Please let me go!" I pleaded. " can't." Nathan said.

"Why!" I screamed. I started to scream, "shut it!" Nathan said. And I listened. I was extremely scared. "W-where are we?" I said stuttering, my teeth were chattering. "The house." Nathan said, "in the basement." I looked around noticing the Textured walls were the same as the house, that's when I remembered, he told me not to go down in the basement. "Have you been living down here?!" I say offended and angry, I start to get snarky. "Don't get snarky with me, and yes." He says. "That's why you told me-" he cut me off. "To not go down in the basement. "Once I realized you guys were split up I decided to fly back to north Caroline, and found out he was with another girl." He told me. "You mean my best friend, Elizabeth Schaefer."I said.

"Oh yes. Of course I mean that. Don't worry about her, she is dead." He said smiling. I began to think he was evil, his smile was demonic.

My heart sank, feeling nothing but broken. "I hate you!" I said
"That's okay." He said still smirking. " I don't need you to love me back."

"If Daniel wanted to steal my girl, I'm going to steal his." Jonathan said. "You are truly evil!" I shouted back, crying my eyes out. "Yes I know that." He said. "I'm fully aware." He said.
"Goodnight, Veronica. I love you." He said smiling. "You don't love me, you love the satisfaction." I said with my eyes tearing. Jonathan got up, and opened the door getting out. He locked the door. Just knowing I was never gonna see, my Daniel ever again, made me heart drop, I wanted to die. I hate Jonathan, I hate everything, I hate myself, I miss my old life in North Carolina. Moving here was a absolute mistake.

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