To Lose Your Sanity

His secret?

Riele

There was no way for me to sleep last night because of the whimpering and crying I heard from the next room. I had thought it was a dog but as I get up from my bed this morning, I'm not sure. I will just have to ask Jace whether he has a dog.

I walk downstairs and find myself taking in the beauty of the mansion. Everything was modern, nicely arranged, from the grey walls to the red-brown sofa, to the humungous chandelier with millions of crystal-looking bulbs. One thing that surprised me though, was the utter emptiness of this place. No marks of human living, no family pictures, no food in the fridge, absolutely nothing. I thought he had a wife.

Jace comes down the stairs as if he is about to fall down on his face. My body quickly moves to support him, what is wrong with him? Jace pushes me off though, as if he is drunk or something, but that is when I notice the blood on his arm. Where did he go? "Jace. Good morning. Oh sorry...I meant sir." I hear myself almost yelling. "Riele, I hate you", he starts to sniffle like a little 2-year-old boy, who just got hit by his mother for being naughty. Wow, this boy is really going to be the end of me. I don't say anything in return to his remark. I just leave to my room with an utterly empty stomach, I would just like to eat Jace, cut him up and grill him in his backyard.

When I get to my new room I inhale sharply and then look out the window. The trees outside were calling me, the natural breeze brushed the hair off my cheeks and the butterflies colored my dark vision. It really is beautiful place. But I'll never be able to escape this place. Hah. Even if I escape, there is no home for me to go to. There was absolutely no one waiting for me at home and as sad as this may sound, it's the brutal truth. A tear rolls down my cheek as I think about my parents. Then I close my eyes, seeing the memories of my smaller self-running in the grass with my mother and my big sister at a nearby park. Back then, everything was alright, only my dad always came home late, drunken to death. My memory lane time was cut short by Jace. He suddenly opens the door and shouts "Ta daaaa", showing me a plate with three pancakes topped with syrup and blueberries. "Who made these?" I ask, totally ignoring his over dramatic presentation of the pancakes. He pouts. "I made them myself", there it is again, the 2-year-old in him. A smile so happy, that I cannot imagine an adult having. I gratefully take them into my hands and hungrily dig into them. Oh My, they are so good. I am smiling by now. 

I stop. "Wait, Jacey, did you drug these pancakes?" I don't know what made me think that. Maybe the kidnapping movies I had watched were paying off. Jace blushes and turns his eyes away almost embarrassed. Hah. "You called me Jacey", he is still turning into a tomato at this point. He looks funny. I start laughing loudly while he stares at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I wonder what goes on in that mind of his. Is he being genuine, is this the real him? Is this Jace Norman? What went on behind his pretty face and his beautiful body? What is his secret?

Jace goes to work. Even when he has kidnapped someone. He trusts me way too much. "Why do you trust me to be home alone? I can escape", I genuinely ask. He turns around and looks at me, he slowly approaches me, until I feel his breath on my nose. "I have cameras on you, kitten." The cold manner in which he says it is disturbing, I was starting to think he was bipolar. First, he acts like a nice adult, then he is suddenly a 2-yeor-old kid and then he is the dominant male in the house with a cold voice. "Don't try anything silly or else you and I die." The statement is strange, why doesn't he just kill me, why is he going to kill himself too? As I look in his eyes, I see the illness in him, the sickness, I almost feel sorry for him. He takes a step back and smiles a shining smile, as if he didn't just threaten me. I was getting very concerned about him.

Then, I remember something, "Do you have a dog?" He thinks he is the only one who can act, I'm a good actress too. I could easily pretend he didn't just threaten me as well. "I don't, do you want one to keep you company?" He asks, a bit weirded out at my random question. I mutter a quick 'no' before pushing him to the door, telling him to hurry to work.

I'm left alone in this place now.