Run For Me

SEVEN

               What the fuck have I done? I chase after him – grabbing his hand to hold him back as his boot hits the first step. Without turning around, he snatches his hand back and proceeds to the second floor. Each step of his slow and calculated.

I run past him and turn around to face him halfway up, "I'm sorry, okay? Please don't do this." His eyes glare into mine with one meaning behind them. Kill. "Look, I'll put their bodies up like you asked. Just please," I take a deep breath, "Please leave Callie alone."

His eyes move from my left and right eyes. He waits a few seconds to respond. The silence killing me, "Move."

Fuck.

I shake my head, "No. I cant let you do this."

He snorts. The fucker actually snorts like this is some joke and without hesitation, he grabs my arms places them over his shoulder and lifts me up. His shoulder resting against my stomach.

"Put me down!" I scream as my fists collide with his back. He does nothing but keep walking up the stairs. Not even a grunt or anything. I keep pounding on his back and then a sharp sting to my ass causes me to stiffen.

"Shut the fuck up Chloe," he says harshly.

I don't listen because when do I ever listen...fully?

I continue to beat against his hard back, even as he gets to the second floor of this house. I'm going to die anyway, so what's the point in kissing ass or sucking dick? He goes right – headed towards Callies room. I lift my head to watch the door to my room slowly get further and further away.

"Please! Don't do this!" I yell as he stops just a few feet from Callies room. He roughly removes me from over his shoulder – gripping my arms as I land harshly on the wooden floor to keep me from falling.

"All you had to do was what I asked. Now, her blood will be on your hands." Its not a threat. Its not fucking around to get me to do what he needs me to do. It's a goddamn promise.

"I-I'll do it, okay? I-I-I promise. Whatever you want me to do from now on, I'll do it," I cant stop the damn stuttering. "I-I'll be your good girl like you want me to be." I drop my head down as the last sentence goes past my lips.

His hand grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back – a loud gasp coming out of me. He takes a step closer, towering over me, "Open. The fucking. Door."

My lips tremble, but the tears don't come. His eyes divert from mine to my trembling lips and I watch as his pupils dilate. He lets go of my hair and I slowly turn around to face Callies door. I reach out with a shaking hand to the doorknob and slowly turn.

The doorknob creaks as my hand turns – telling anyone who's around just how long this place has been here. When I can't turn the knob anymore, I slowly pull it towards me. I keep my eyes pointed down – too afraid of what I'm going to see.

Once the door is fully open, he grabs my hair again and forces me to look up. I swallow hard as I see Callie tied to her bed by her wrists and ankles. I try to shake my head, but his death grip in my hair would cause strands to fall out.

"Walk," he says through gritted teeth.

"Chloe." Callies voice barely above a whisper. I sniffle back a tear. I refuse to cry in this situation. A part of me puts the blame on myself, but another part of me says that's fucking stupid since we came here for a vacation. Not a murder mystery.