In Love With Mr. Doggy (Skillet Fanfic)

Chapter 42: Evil Plan

John's POV

It has been half a year since we've broke the band. I lost all contact with the trio.
I miss Jen's goofiness. I miss Ben's filming of the podcasts.

I miss Rica's smile and laughter.

I know that my heart is confused. I love my wife but I still have some feelings left for Rica.

I sighed as I take another pill of anti-depressants.

I've been taken to a psychiatrist a lot of times. It should help me get over the stress around me.

My face is recovering. The scars and the black substance ceased but there are a few marks left. My beautiful face was back again.

But the scars and painful past never healed inside my heart.

And my voice...
Whenever I speak in a long tone or I try to scream or say something reay long, my voice will turn into a high pitch than staying in tone.

Which appears like I am squealing like a little girl. So, I mumble all the time or just... don't talk for a day at all.

The house became so silent without me goofing around me. Many things have changed about me. I'm always serious, I'm not so tender anymore, I lost my faith, I always look so pale, I'm not close with my family anymore, and I don't talk a lot now.

And I miss being talkative.

"John, dinner's ready."

"Yeah." I mumbled.

Korey came in our room and pushed my wheelchair towars the edge of the bed.

Yes, I can still walk but I lost the energy to. And, whenever I walk, I always stumble down and look straight down the floor. Korey has to fetch me up always to snap me out of my numbness.

I'm not that hyper too nowadays.

Korey took my hand and helped me get on the wheelchair.

Korey's POV

I took John's hand and helped him get on the wheelchair. I suddenly felt something warm on the surface of his sleeve. I slowly raised the sleeve of his cloth without him noticing me.

I was astonished. John has been cutting! I get that he's stressed in what's going on around him but cutting won't solve the problem. I still need to practice my vocals in the church today (I found a job in the church as a leader of the choir to sustain our needs) and I gave it all up to monitor him.

I shook my head and brushed it off. I'll let him get away from my scolding only this time.

I pushed the wheelchair towards the dining room.

Surprisingly, John stood up and walked to his seat. I sat on my seat and he did the same.

The time passed by and the dinner was getting lesser and lesser yet, no one spoke a word. The only plate left that wasn't touched was John's.

I nudged him and motioned him to eat. He simply looked at me then back to his plate. He didn't even drink his Dr. Pepper.

The kids looked at each other and took his drink. He still has no reaction.

"John, why won't you eat? Is my cooking bad?" I placed my hand on his shoulder.

He didn't respond and just blinked. He's really really REAAALLLLY quiet.

"It's fine. We won't laugh at your voice."

He rolled his eyes and stared. blankly at the kids.

"Dad? Stop that! You're. scaring us." Alex shivered.

John didn't stop which made the children ran upstairs.

I sliced a small piece of a carrot and pierced it with a fork. I showed the fork with the carrot in front of John.

"Just eat, hon." I said.

He shook his head and looked pass me again.

By this time, I lost my patience towards my husband.

I rose up from my seat and slammed my fist on the table.

"Fine! You don't want to eat? Then don't eat! I'm so tired of having you around!"

Third Person's POV

When the poor woman's husband had heard those hurtful words, his heart sank deep down inside. He lost all his hope and his remaining positive energy completely vanished.

His wife didn't apologize and left him there along with his heavy tears.

Unbeknowist to them, someone was watching their every move. And this someone is inside their house. Waiting for the right time to pounce on his/her victim.

When the final lights went out and the family rested, the someone went inside the lovely couple's room. Ever so slowly and every so quietly. Creeping his way inside the room.

The someone finally came to a stop near John.

He took out a syringe and injected it on John's neck.

John gasped and fell back to sleep immediately.

The unknown person's scheme had work. Its victim fell helplessly into his hand. And with a final swift move, he took a pair of handcuffs and secured John's hand with it.

"Sweetdreams, John."

(A/N: Hmmm... who could be the kidnapper?)