So I kinda accidentally published this chapter earlier, oops. This new wattpad update is getting on my nerves. Sorry!
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September, 18, 2015
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DAN HOWELL
"Get up." I feel a light shove. I snap my eyes open, and try looking around quickly. The burning in my eyes didn't bother me.
I'm sat up in a car, my hands are tied skillfully by ropes and my feet are left alone. I look up to find the source of the voice and see Phil and the girl who cut up my arms. I see both of them with bruises and cuts but it seemed it didn't bother them. Phil sat in the passenger seat reading The Catcher in the Rye, he didn't seem too bothered by the cut on his nose. On the other hand, the girl was driving with a dirty look etched on her features.
"What happened?" I ask, the girl rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak.
"Be quiet Lydia." Phil snaps and she shoots a dirty look in his direction.
"You're just mad because you lost." She rolls her eyes again.
"This isn't a fucking game. I could have killed you." He spits, looking her in the eyes. She doesn't look back, she's too busy driving. I'm guessing they had a fight while I drifted off.
"Here." Phil says. He opens the glove compartment and pulls out a brown bag and throws it to me.
"How the fuck is he supposed to eat with tied hands! You're so smart Phil." Lydia barks with fierce anger. She angrily pulls over to the side of the road and digs into her pocket. She pulls out a knife and reaches over to my hands.
"Lydia, he might run away." Phil says with a bored tone, he turns another page of his book.
"Then I'll tie his feet." She mutters under her breath, I can tell she feels nothing but pure hatred for Phil. In return, it seems Phil doesn't give a damn.
She returns to glove department and pulls out a rope, I see several other objects there. A hair brush, an unmarked bottle, a rag, and a knife is all I see before Lydia slams it shut. She exits the car, and shoves the rope and knife in her jacket. She opens the back door and slides in next to me. She leans down to my feet and begins skillfully tying it. I'm too weak and lightheaded to fight back.
Before I know it, she's done and simply cuts the ropes from my hands. She reaches over to the brown bag, leaving the knife in its place, she shoves the brown bag on my lap and quickly exits the car. I can't help but notice how she left the knife with me. It can't be purpose, right?
I open up the brown bag and see some french fires and a burger. I sigh and begin eating the fires and simply ignoring the ketchup. It reminds me too much of blood to the point I would be craving to kill someone. I grab the knife when no one is watching and shove it in my pocket.
"Where are we going?" I ask, Phil is too into his book to respond and Lydia simply ignores me. I sigh and turn towards the window, watching the cars aimlessly drive by. I wonder if they know a murderer like me is in this car being held captive by a sadist and a kidnapper. They wouldn't want to know anyways.
Ten minutes past and my eyes catch sight of something. How could I miss the ugly blue car and the passengers within it? Drew and Louise. Louise scrolls through her laptop while Drew drives.
I gulp. "Where did you say we were going?"
"I didn't." Lydia responds back, she doesn't notice my wide eyes and shocked face.
"Don't try it, Daniel." Phil snaps, slamming his book close. What? How could he have known? "Plus where do you think I would take you? Take a wild guess. Don't act idiotic, keep up with the pace."
It suddenly dawns upon me. "Why are you taking me back there?"
"You have to finish what you started in Bridgeport before the town falls apart." He explains, Lydia pretends we aren't there. I look towards where Drew and Louise are and hope they notice me. Are they going to Bridgeport? No, they couldn't. They don't even know about the place.
"Fall apart? I didn't start anything." I argue, he only shakes his head in response. I wait for an answer and this causes him to sigh.
"You need to find Anne." He replies.
"She's dead, Phil." I spit back at him and he shakes his head.
"No." He simply states. I feel a slight pang in my chest. Simply reminding myself that Anne died makes me want to join her.
"What do you mean no?" I question him and he sighs again. It seems he's contemplating if he should reveal more to me or not.
"You have to take me to where you killed her." He demands.
"Why should I?" I simply ask the question to him.
"Because when you left the forest that damn demon went into my body and it won't leave. I need to know where she died because thats the only way it will leave." He spoke with fear laced in his tone. It suddenly clicks, his dark appearance and when his eyes turned black. The demon that once possessed Anne, now controls Phil.
"I've been suffering, Dan. I tried finding out how she died on my own but I couldn't. You're the only one who knows, you have to end the suffering for me." He practically begs me.
"How am I supposed to do that?" I question but Phil slams his head against the headboard. It seems he doesn't want to talk more. Lydia looks at him in pity, and decides to answer for him.
"You have to kill him." She states.
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