Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Sophia

David has said that he wants to show me something. He said he wants to wait until tomorrow morning. He told me to get some shuteye, those were his exact words. I can't stay here. I will lose my sense of humanity in this dark basement. After I finished with my meal, he re cuffed me to the bed so here I am, arms stinging.

What could one person do to deserve this? I feel that I'm a good person at heart and I do not believe I deserve to be put through something so torturous. Sleep, he said. He wants me to sleep, how do you suppose I do that?

I can't stop thinking about Connor; he must be so worried about me. He has to know though; at least I hope he does. I hope he doesn't think I just ran away from him. It would make no sense to even think that but guys have a weird thought process.

I can't do anything; I can't move, I can't think, I can't even breathe right. The smell is still way too overpowering. Usually after being around a smell for a certain amount of time, you become accustomed to it. But no, this smell is just awful and will not seem to go away.

I am going to totally lose it down here, but that's probably what he wants. He probably wants to make me just as insane as him. What scares me is: what if I already am?

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"You are in for a real treat Sophia. The people you are about to meet are my greatest friends. Be nice though, they do a lot of hard work and deserve to be appreciated." David Black leads me out of the basement; he has replaced my handcuffs with rope. He tied my arms behind my back so I can't grab ahold of anything and try to take him out.

He leads me through the dirty house, it is littered with empty food containers, the rugs have huge stains in them and the smell is just horrid. He obviously doesn't care about the cleanliness of his house but then again; he doesn't even care about the cleanliness of himself. He doesn't shower, ever.

"Behind this door is my most favorite place in all of headquarters. My friends stay in here, well most of them. Some of them can't afford to be tied down and live freely out in the world." He looks so joyed to be showing me his so called friends. I thought David Black worked alone. It would sure cause a ruckus with the authorities if they knew he was being helped.

He slowly guides open the door and I step into what looks like a garage; there are no people.

"Where are your friends?" I ask, pretending to care.

"Everywhere, they are all on the walls." He holds his hands up and spins as if revealing some spectacular thing. I stand still and decide to be quiet. Does he see people? Is he also that kind of crazy?

"Come on, I'll introduce you." He tries to coax me over to a wall that holds a bunch of tools but I don't move. This could just be a trick; he could just be trying to kill me right then and there.

"Sophia, what did I say about being disobedient." He becomes angry fast, as if a switch inside of him flipped. He always changes moods so quickly and frequently.

One minute he is trying to be a loving father and the next threatening to cut my head off. How does he even function?

I follow behind him; I really have no choice. He has a death grip on my arm, squeezing so hard that he is leaving imprints in my skin. His fingernails are extremely dirty and he is digging into me. I really hope I don't get any serious type of infection from those dirty fingers.

"Meet my right hand man, Mike." Crazy points to an old, rusted machete that is stained with blood. "And this here is my good friend Kelly" He points to an old fashioned knife that looks bent and hasn't been sharpened in a long time. "Let's not forget about good old Sally." He points toward an axe and then I realize what he is trying to say.

He is truly insane; he thinks these things are his friends. He thinks they are real people that he can have conversations with. I thought he was insane but I didn't realize the extent of his problem; I'm in a lot of trouble.

"Aren't you going to say hi?" He gives me an encouraging smile.

"Hi, Mike, Sally, and Kelly." I fake a smile as if this is amusing me but it's only to cover my ass.

"They said that they are so happy to meet you and they can't wait to get to know your dark side." He looks to them as they could really talk. They want to know my dark side. I'm terrified to experience it myself. Everyone has one; some hide there's better than others. I know I have a dark side. I have felt it inside me recently, creeping its way into my life, waiting for the perfect moment to take over.

"Alright, they need their rest. Say goodbye." David looks to me as if I really want to talk to something that isn't real.

"Uh bye." I say, my voice squeaks out. I am terrified of what is to come. He wants to bring out my dark side; I now know his intentions. How he plans to do it is what terrifies me.

Everyone has weaknesses in this world we live in and I would have to say mine is fear. Fear is the ultimate controller of the mind; fear controls every thought that passes through your head. Fear can shut you down, and it will try it's hardest but don't let it. You create your own fear hypothetically. If you can contain your fear and try to control it; you can be invincible. Fear will have no control over you or your life. Fear doesn't control you; you control you. I need to grasp that concept because I fear the worst. I fear I will turn into someone I never thought I could be.

I may resist and try my hardest to not go to that dark place but sometimes your hardest isn't good enough. The darkness that runs through my veins is the kind of dark that would scare anyone. I know it's there. I have these thoughts sometimes that I never share with anyone. I just brush them away thinking I am just being ridiculous. What if he brings those awful things out of me? I will turn into someone no one will be proud to know.

Like I said, everyone has a dark side and no one truly knows a person. Right? You could put on the greatest act and trick people into thinking you are something you aren't. I'm terrified that I've been doing that my entire life. What if the me I think I am isn't really me. What if the real me is trapped inside.

There are two sides to a person and I'm terrified my other side is crazier than David Black himself.