The Kidnapper//h.s.✔️

Chapter 14 - Deadly Dreams

I look at one of the windows and glance at the darkening sky. I suddenly see specks of snow falling. Winter is here.

2 DAYS LATER

I was in a deep sleep, dreaming of what my life used to be like. But I'm suddenly woken up in the middle of the night by a loud THUMP downstairs. I sit up shortly after I hear a glass object falling to the floor and shattering. I glance at the clock and it's 1:08.

My eyes quickly adjust to the dark lighting in my room and as soon as my feet touch the floor, a shiver rolls down my spine. I grab a small blanket, folded at the bottom of my bed to swing around me.

I walk slowly and cautiously to the door, my hands wrap around the knob and I twist it. It opened with a long, low CREAK and I open it only an inch to look out into the narrow hallway.
There was nobody there.

I step out of the safety of my room and make my way towards the stairs. Once I reach the bottom, I stop dead in my tracks. There was a dark, wet stain in the light-gray carpet. 

Looks like Augustus is having problems again. I let out a quiet sigh and begin walking into the kitchen; around the corner, to get some paper towels and clean it up.

I look at the ground as I walk; to make sure there aren't anymore spots and suddenly, when I lift my head to look up, there was a man.
He stood by the dark window and he turns his head to look at me. I couldn't see his face and he was dressed in dark clothes. Although, his jacket shined in the moonlight. It was leather.

The man began walking towards me, and I open my mouth; about to scream, but he lunges forward. I try to turn and run, but I accidentally slip on the slippery hardwood floor and end up falling backwards.

END OF DREAM

Suddenly, I jump up and almost fall off the couch. I had fallen asleep in the living-room last night; reading Speak, because the lighting in here is usually perfect for that. I try to calm myself down, but my heart beat fast, almost running out of my chest and my breathing was heavy.

I try to tell myself, it was only a dream. He wasn't real. My head hurt and I lift my hand to rub my temples.
It was a nightmare.

I lay my head slowly back down and close my eyes, but when I breathe in the warm air; it concerns me.
Its smoke.