Catching Carter

Part 3

Carter's POV-

I woke up with light filling my room. I looked around confused as to why it was so bright. I glanced over at my clock to see the numbers blinking. That means we must have had a power outage. I groaned in annoyance as i looked for my phone around my bed and on the nightstand.

I guess its down stairs. I threw the covers of me and got up. I shivered as the warmth left my body and th coldness invaded me. I walked over to my desk and looked in the mirrior.

I looked so tired. I am tired as i should be since ive been having more and more nightmares. I barley could sleep the last couple nights as nightmares inveding my dreams. Last night I was lucky to have slep somewhat peacfully.

My eyes looked dead. There was no spark in them. They were just there along with my hair. Its just there, flat, but there.

I sighed and went downstairs. I walked into the living room looking for my phone.

"Wheres the damn thing" i muttered as i entered th kitchen. A yawn ecscaping my lips as I looked around the small area. I groaned when i came up empty. I muttered curse words under my breath as I walk through the dinning room threash hold.

"Looking for this?" a deep voice asked. I jumped at the sound of his voice. I snapped my head in the direction his voice had travled and saw a man sitting atthe head of the table.He was wearing all black and looked huge. Not fat but strong. Like he works out almost everyday. He had hair dark as night, a smirk was forming on his lips, and a scar starting from his hair line down his cheek bone and ends in the middle of his cheek. As my eyes met his I felt so much fear invade my system. He had dark green eyes that were full of mischievous thought and ideas.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house" I asked with a weak voice. I tried so hard ti be confident to not show that he was having an affect on me but he was very intimidating.

"My my. Carter you have grown up havent you" he stated as his eyes roamed up and down my body. I shivered indisgust and took a step back. "I remeber not long ago you were just aboit to become a teen. You hadnt had much then" he contined as he began to stand.

"Who are you?" my voice came out stronger this time.

"Who am I?" he mocks " well im your worst nightmare" he said as he stood to his fullest. He was huge comoared to my 5'7 hight he had to be around 6'4. I stumbled backwards away from him before running upstairs.

I could hear my phone rining as I ran. I didnt care at the moment as I ran into the guest bedroom. I looked around for a place to hide. Theres nowhere to hide in here

I began to here his foot steps coming up the stairs. I spun to face the wall as I steped bacwards until my back hit the wall. I stared at the door in anticipation. Waiting for it to open. For the man to walk in.

The door slowly crept open and the man steped in. I pushed my back further into the wall wishing I was able to get away.

"Im suprised you didnt run out the front door. Im glad you didnt otherwise I would have had to chase you and bring you back to leave a message for those who love you" he said as he krept closer to me.

I was shaking beyond belief.

"Please dont hurt me! Please leave" I begged as tears ran down my face.

"I'm sorry sweet cheeks but I'm not going anywhere without you. If you get hurt well that's because I felt like it" he sneered. His eyes held a gleam full of hatred, vile, and crazed. "Oh Carter. We will have so much fun, well at least I will." he said with a chuckle. He walked faster to me and wrapped his hands around my waist before throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed at him throwing my legs in every direction possible as I slammed my hands into his back.

"Let me GO!" I screamed at him over and over again.

"No can do" he said as he walked in the direction of my room. As he walked through the door I through my hands onto the doorway hoping to help get away. He just lifted me into his hands, so basically he was griping my waist, and pulled me harshly from the door. Making my fingers slip from the doorway and go flying across the room. I screamed as my back made contact with the wall. I slumped down to the floor as pain invaded my body. God why am I always being thrown?

I groaned in pain as he chuckled and kicked my door shut. I heard the lock click making my eyes snap open to see him smiling a sinister smile. I was shaking like before but this time it was way worse. It was worse when he slipped his hand into his pants and whipped out ...

A knife. He PULEED OUT A KNIFE. No it isn't a butter knife. It was long about the length of my forearm and it was very sharp looking.

"You see Carter I'm trained to hurt people. I have a belt full of weapons dangling from my waist just like this one that no one can see" he said as he spun the knife on the its tip and the end of his index finger. "I'm not afraid to punish you or teach you a lesson. It actually is entertainment for me." he chuckled as he lunged at me. He was so fast that I didn't have time to move.

He had me pinned against the wall. His left forearm under my chin, pressing against my throat while his other hand that had the knife was digging into my stomach. I whimpered at the pain he was causing. I stared at his eyes only to see nothing. There was nothing. His eyes were just hard and ruthless. As if he was fighting the enemy.

"Now when we get back to my place you better thank your friend. Now I wont need so much of your blood." he said before digging the knife deeper into my stomach. I screamed in pain before closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I screamed again in pain as it began to burn. I looked down once he his arm left my throat to see his gloved hand scooping the blood off my stomach and squeezing around the cut to make more blood come out. I tried to scoot away but he wouldn't let me. I watched as he stood and walked beside me and began to write on the wall. Soon he too a jar out that was filled 1/3 of the way. It was a dark red liquid that filled the jar, it looked almost Identical to my blood. I watched as he scooped some out and continued to write on the wall.

I laid my head against the wall, let out a deep breath, and closed my eyes for a little since I was feeling tired all of a sudden.

"Damn it Carter. Your supposed to hold the wound. Do you not know anything?" The man snarled from in front of me. My eyes snapped open to look at him with a glare on my face. I watched as he ignored my look and grabbed one of my shirts and two scarfs. He put the shirt up to the cut and then wrapped a scarf around my waist before tying it above the cut. He pulled the scarf tightly making me gasp out in pain. He did the same with the other scarf and made sure it was extremely tight.

I suddenly heard voices and I think he did too as he became very stiff. Not moving a muscle. He was like a statue. My eyes widened in hope as I thought maybe they could save me from this man. I stared at the door until I heard glass shattering. I watched as the man walked from my window back over to me. Fear invaded my system as I tried to crawl to my door as someone tried to open it. I screamed for Help when the man grabbed me and pulled me out of the window.