Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

Twisted Hearts

Chapter Twenty-Four

Punctured Hearts

Carter's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered awake to darkness as I rubbed them open, also licking my dry, cold lips. Temperature hit me like a brick wall as a cold wave blew through me and I rubbed my frozen, goosebump-covered arms and legs beneath my short, denim shorts and white t-shirt. I had accidentally kicked off the duvet in my sleep, just as well as the sheets and pillow.

I sighed, sitting up to look at the alarm clock, then falling back into the cushiony mattress as I realized it was 2:00 PM. I hadn't slept the day Michael died, and I hadn't slept since....until last night that is. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the carpet before standing up and walking over to the big mirror to my left.

My hair was a dirty, tangled mess and my skin was covered in dirt and blood. Just a glance at me was sickening to anybody, including myself. My clothes were littered with brown marks and spills and I felt anything but clean. I crept over to the door, carefully twisting the knob before slowly releasing as I pushed the door open. The hallways were dark and empty, not a single noise to be heard.

I crawled out of the room without a single sound, slowing down before passing by each room. The house was just like I remembered it, more tension though. After wandering through hallway after hallway, I finally came across a big open space where to the right stood the front door to freedom.

I looked around cautiously before tiptoeing toward the hellholes exit to exemption. With each step, my grin grew wider as I sneaked closer and closer to the door. When I finally reached it, I unlocked the wooden-framed, glass door and opened it, hearing the faint sound of air wisp from the outside in like a vacuum.

Once open, there was lastly a large, steel door, unfortunately, locked with a keypad. "Shit," I muttered under my breath as I started thinking up random assortments of numbers.

Just like a phone's keypad, each button had a number and letters, so it was impossible to know if the passcode was a number pattern, a word, or both. The password seemed to have six spaces, and I just plugged in random numbers: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

"ESCAPING!!! ESCAPING!!! ESCAPING!!!" Speakers erupted as soon as they key code was denied.

I abruptly spun around to see Jamie standing there in a white t-shirt and boxers with a smug grin on his face. He held what seemed to be a small remote in his hand and with the push of a button, he ended the loud screaming of the speakers. "I was waiting for you to try and escape," he laughed. "But without the key code, I'm afraid you'll have to take your shoes off, stay a while."

I frowned, my heart still beating like a jackrabbit after those speakers scaring the living crap out of me. Tears started to pounce to my eyes, but I looked up, batting my eyelashes as hard as possible to keep it from showing. With my terrible luck, Jamie noticed and his smug grin faded, turning into one of false care.

"Look, I'm just doing a job here, and I don't intend to treat you bad, so how about you get a chance to clean up while I wash your clothes."

"Pfft!" I spat. "I wouldn't trust you with any of my belongings, even my clothes."

"Okay, by all means stay in those ratty clothes if you like--"

"Wait!" I yelled before I could hold the words back.

I sighed, "I'll take the deal."

Jamie led me to the old, familiar bathroom and I stepped in, closing the door before changing. I removed my shorts, shirt, and undergarments, wrapping my body in a nearby fluffy, white towel as I opened the door a crack to hand my clothes to Jamie. Wait!