A sequel to 'Deeply Red' this story picks up after Amy was once again taken by Jake when he escaped the penitentiary. Now she must decide what to do. Will she end it all, or will she conform to a new life for the sake of her family? They lay low wit...
I bolt awake disturbed by what I was just dreaming. These past few weeks have blended together. I'm always drinking when I'm awake to numb myself, and trying my best not to fall back asleep. When I do I'm haunted by the horrible things I'm shown by that darker other me. Sometimes I wake up exactly where I laid my head, and sometimes I wake up covered in red paint Jake finds me fingerpainting horrible things in my sleep. Thankfully this time I didn't move from this comfortable lounging chair. Groggily I stand up, and walk over to the window. I take out a joint from the box before pushing the windows open, in a strange way I've never encountered before... I kinda miss having screens on my windows. With a flick of the electric lighter I light the joint, filling my lungs with the smoke hoping it will help take off some of the edge.
This room has been my sanctuary, I dubbed it 'The Rage Room'. It started off with me coming in here to splatter paint around angrily. Then I put those home furnishing catalogs to good use. I got a punch bag, a small stage, a microphone, and a sound system to listen to my music. I come in here, plug in my ipod, scream, and punch until I feel anything other than scared, and tired. A lot of my time has been spent in here slowly spiraling into madness.
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After finishing the joint I drink some water before turning on some music, and having a quick workout. Soon I worked up an appetite so I decide to head to the kitchen for a snack. When I step out into the hallway murmurs of conversation drift to my ears. Quietly I walk closer to the stairs, and peek down to see Jake at the door talking to someone.
"It's been months they are growing impatient," an unfamiliar male's voice speaks from outside the front door.
"Look she... She still needs time to adjust," Jake responds.
"Do you think they care anymore? Bodies are piling up, work isn't being done. Don't you think they will fix this problem if you can't? Or maybe you are also the problem..."
"You tell Dante to call me, this is bullshit. Since when do I take orders from them? Unlike you I do not have to kiss the ring," Jake speaks a little louder in frustration.
"Since you allowed that woman to kill Marco, and cause this whole mess. Now clean it, the honeymoon is over, " the man speaks meanicingly.
"Yeah, whatever. They'd have to go through me first. You just tell Dante to call me," Jake replied angrily one last time before closing the door in the man's face.
I listen as he takes a deep breathe before walking off to another part of the house. A sinking feeling overcomes me as I stand quietly in the hall. He hasn't been working? I let out a soft sigh... I'm going to get us both killed. Knowing what I must do I head upstairs to take a shower. After that I get changed, and pour myself a glass of liquid courage. Then I head back downstairs, and into the kitchen. Jake is pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge. I clear my throat, and he turns his attention towards me.
