Fix Him Up

⑨| Truth or Die

The smell of bacon woke me from my light sleep. An aching feeling came from the back of my head as I sat up and sucked in a shaky breath. Last night I was eventually able to sleep but when Smiley left me I felt cold and alone again.

"Morning brat." I peeked over my shoulder to see Smiley the same way he was last night. Except he had a plate of breakfast. I mumbled back to him a greeting as he passed me the plate.

"How you feeling from last night?" I stopped and swallowed my food. The memories from the night before sudden flooded into my mind. The part that kept replaying was Smiley giving me a hug. Smiley hugged me. I began to feel my stomach twist at the thought of it.

"I'm fine." He nodded in response and headed back to the kitchen. I had to think of something so I wouldn't feel the weird feeling in my stomach at all. But it was blank. Nothing would come to mind but the embrace of Smiley. I couldn't let this bother me though. It was just a hug. Nothing more, nothing less.

I continued to finish up my breakfast and soon followed after Smiley. As I entered the doorway I could see Smiley's muscular back move while he cooked. Every little detail being illuminated by the sunlight shining through the windows. I approached him quietly and placed my plate into the sink. The quiet noise that emitted from the action caused Smiley to look over at me.

"Was it good?" I gave him a slight nod, making my way back into the living room. Smiley poked his head out of the kitchen with a confused look. "You feeling alright, kid?"

"Yeah, I'm totally fine." I gave a small smile. As if he didn't believe me, Smiley came close. Only a few inches apart from the kissing zone. Comfort zone killed.

"Why are you all red then?"

"I'm just not feeling to well. That's all." Smiley inched a little closer. I shut my eyes as he lifted his hand from his side. A few awkward seconds pass and I feel something warm on my forehead.

"Yeah. You're warm. Go back to sleep. I'll call your parents." When he finally turned from me, the air caught in my lungs was released. Me being the obedient child I am, I went back to sleep on the tiny couch. Thank God for sleep.

**

9:25 P.M.

That's what the small little clock across the room said. I had slept for an extra eight hours and it kind of felt weird to have slept that long. But something else felt a little weird. Almost like the atmosphere had changed. Something was different about the whole house as well. It was dark and the temperature had seen to drop in those hours I had fallen asleep. A small shiver ran up my spine. Slivers of light seemed to be projecting from the mystery door I had yet to see inside.

Smiley was nowhere in sight which kinda of worried me. Maybe he was in the mystery room. I contemplated on whether or not to go in. The smart part of me was saying to just leave and go home. But the dumb side kept repeating for me to go inside.

I slowly got up from my place on the couch and crept my way towards the door. I placed my ear close to the door and listened for anything that would give away what was going on.

It was quiet for a while until I heard a muffled scream of some kind. Like they were screaming bloody murder. Then I heard him speak.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you up." Another muffled scream erupted but soon turned to small whimpers. Again, smart me was saying that I should run while I still could. But of course I didn't listen.

My arm lifted up from its place on my side and gingerly grabbed the doorknob. A rush of adrenaline and fear began to course through my body. Slowly I turned the knob and a creaking noise emitted from the door opening. This cause Smiley to turn his attention to me.

Crimson blood covered everything. The floor, the walls, and even Smiley. I felt my body jerk away slightly as vomit threatened to come up. The smell was unbearable. Jars were lined against the wall. Each one carting something different. The mystery room wasn't a mystery any more. And I began to wish I hadn't opened the door.

"Jason.." Smiley's voice was just above a whisper.

"I was right about you. You are a monster. You killed her." It was obvious that it was his doing. Her insides were misplaced all over the metal table. And the thought of him being able to do that to me scared me. I needed to run. But my feet were glued.

Smiley began to slowly approach me, still having the scalpel in his hand. I could see the sanity leaving him as he began to give out a lowly laugh which then turned to an uncontrollable laughter.

"Come on Jason," he tried to stifle his laughter and continued. "Isn't not like she was going to live long. I was only helping her."

"No, you killed her." I didn't want to hear any more of it. And I needed to move my feet. I slowly stepped back and accidentally hit the door frame. I grimaced at the small pain from the impact. Smiley was enjoying my pain. He began to laugh. Much louder this time.

"Not like you're going to live much longer anyway." He let out another burst of laughter. I spun around and ran towards the door not caring whether or not Smiley was going to chase me.

When I reached the front door, I pulled it open and booked it to my car that was still parked in the yard. I tried yanking the car door open but it was locked. Then the realization hit me. I didn't have my keys. Smiley stood in the doorway with a smug look on his face while holding my keys in his hands.

No way in hell was I going to grab them from him. I was just going to walk home. I knew one thing for sure, he was a monster that I had to stay away from. I know I couldn't spread the truth about him or I'd surely die.