Forge Of Grace

VII

ROBINS POV:

As I was walking to JJ's house I couldn't help but have this horrible feeling in my chest. I felt like something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I walked towards her house to see a police car in the front. Did her dad do something?

I walked up the house quickly, with concern and panic running through my body. I knocked on the door, waiting.

A police officer opened the door, immediately firing a dirty look towards me.

"Sorry son no guests" He said going to slam the door in my face as a voice spoke up.

"Wait! no! let him in..." it was a female voice, it sounded familiar.

JJ's mom.

I walked into the house as I was immediately sent into a tight embrace.

"Mrs. Jones? What's happening? Where's Jayj?" I asked with my voice laced in concern.

"Oh sweetheart i'm so sorry... She's missing"

Her words hit me like a knife to the chest. Straight to the heart.

Missing? Kidnapped? Runaway? What if she just didn't come home?

"Nobody in the neighborhood has seen her... Have you?"

"N-no I haven't" I said looking down. How could I let this happen.

Please God... don't let her die

JJ'S POV:

Please God... don't let me die

I turned around to see him just watching me... I knew today would be hell.

"Beautiful..." he murmured under his breath before getting up and slowly walking to her.

Everything else... was a blur.

I woke up to feeling pain everywhere in my body. He beat me, and then raped me. Everything that has happened has made me want him to just kill me already.

I can't survive this. I won't survive this.

Robin.

Robin.

Robin.

How could I just leave him? Without a goodbye?
I know I can't blame myself, but somehow I do.

What if he's already moved on?

No. Robin wouldn't do that-

My thoughts were cut off by the door opening to the basement.

It was him. Just he didn't do anything other than stand there, watch me, and then eventually leave.

I wondered how long it would take for him to kill me, I wondered if I could just get the job done myself.

Nothing about this is fair, why couldn't I have just stayed home? Eaten the stale cereal in the back of my cupboard instead of needing to go to the store for it.

I've gone through plenty of roadblocks in my life, of course, none as bad as this.

Robin voice swirled through my head, I was left to wonder, what was Robin thinking? This wasn't the first time I've thought about what he was thinking. Robin was my escape route, my light in the dark, and the... I don't know? Left sock to my right sock?

Regardless, there were still a million words to think of about a person, yet none could ever describe the way I feel about Robin.

I wish I hadn't pushed away my feelings for him, I won't ever get to see him again. Not at this rate anyways.

My guess? It's been about a month since I was put in this godawful basement. The same cycle, the same pain, the horrible things he's done to me. I know he's getting bored, I know he's gonna kill me soon. I can feel it.

Will today be the day? Am I gonna be put out of my misery? Am I really never gonna see Robin, Finn, Bruce, Billy... Griffen, or Vance again? What about Gwenny? She's too young to bear this? I can barely handle it, in fact i'm not handling it.

I haven't even stopped to think, but I'm not dealing with this pain or this situation. I'm not trying to save myself. So if I can't handle it... what about them?

The Huge basement door creaked open.

He had a knife.

This is it.

Goodbye Vance

Goodbye Billy

Goodbye Griffen

Goodbye Bruce

Goodbye Gwen

Goodbye Finn

Goodbye Robin. I love you.

*GORE SCENE*

He walked towards me and I stood right up off the bed. I was terrified, shitting myself type of terrified.

I took it all for granted and now it's gone.

"Hello Jennifer..."

"I enjoyed your stay here, definitely had fun together, but it's seems, our time will be cut short."

"Fuck you!" I screamed.

He raised knife and I tried to run, but he grabbed me, plunging the knife into my stomach. I let out a screech of terror and pain.

He stabbed me in my stomach over, and over again. I tried to crawl away, dragging my body along as I felt the blood pour out of me. That's when I felt the knife in my thigh. Another scream.

Then, what did it all was the knife plunged into the side of my neck. My body went limp.

The worst part was that right now, I was staring at my dead body, watching him roll it up, in a carpet and leave with it.

Am I a ghost?

I tried sprinting out of the basement, but as I got to the stairs I was instantly back where I started in the basement.

Great. The escape I needed from this basement, isn't an escape, now i'm here till the next victim.

Victim: Jennifer Jones, 15, Female
Date Of Birth: July, 13, 1962
Death Date: March, 22, 1977
Cause of death: Multiple, Fatal, Stab wounds. Many appearing in her lower abdomen, one on her upper thigh, and deeply into the side of her neck.
She will be missed.