Curiosity Killed the Cat

Chapter Five

"What?!" Leila screams, her jaw dropping. I shook my head and fled to the bathroom and locked myself in there. "I thought you loved me!"

"Honey, poor naive Leila. I never loved you. I only love one girl. You were just a temporary solution. And, now since I have the object of my affection, I don't have any use for you." I hear Jacks muffled voice. The tears just kept rolling as my whole body was shaking.

"I gave you everything of mine. My heart, soul, bod, mind; I even gave you my virginity. I let you put e down here with all of the others and watched you torture them, just like you asked. I cleaned up the aftermath like you asked me to. I watched you do things to those girls you should only do to me! And now you're dumping me for that little girl?!" She yells. Curling up into a ball, I lean on the door and hear a loud thud. "You said you loved me! How could you lie about that? I thought you and I were meant to be." Her voice sounds defeated, as if you just told a kid Santa isn't real.

Jackson's cackling laugh fills the basement and I hear another thud. "I love Catherine. Not you."

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"Jackson! You liar!" I hear Leila's screams from the basement. He moved me upstairs... to his bedroom. It had been a month since Sally and Jenna died. Six weeks since Marie died and two and a half months since Cassidy died. He has been keeping Leila alive, barely. You could see all her bones, she looked so malnourished, which she was. She could barely walk, she was becoming so frail. I wanted to switch places with her so badly. I had been raped multiple times a night for the past week. When I tried to fight back and get him off of me, he'd hit me or cut me with a knife.

I tried to escape last week when I saw my opportunity. So now he's set up invisible barriers around the house and put the shock collar around my neck. So now I definitely wasn't going to escape. Leila resented me for "taking Jackson away from her." As if I wanted this. I wanted to go back home, to my mom and dad. I have nightmares every night. I can barely sleep or eat, I feel so depressed. I wish he killed me. And the worst part...? He's trying to get me pregnant. I wouldn't carry his child in a million years, no matter what. He's the devil and I hate him with every fiber in my being.

"Time for bed, honey." Jackson chimes in, popping out of the bathroom. Tears come down my face as a look of amusement reads across his face. He thought this was funny. Me being helpless was some kind of sick joke that he could laugh about. He climbs on the bed and handcuffs my hands to the head board. I turn my head away for the part about to come. After he was done with me, he unfed me and went to sleep.

My lips trembled as I said my prayers and wished to just die in my sleep. That god would give me enough to die in my sleep, enough strength to die.

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"Isn't she pretty?" Jackson asks me as I scream in horror. Leila was in front of me, hanging by a pipe in the basement. She killed herself.

"You're sick." I spit, running upstairs. Panicking and pacing back and forth, I realize the front door is open. I take a chance and run. I get about fifty yards out when the shock collar takes control. my whole body starts to shake and convulse from the high level on the collar. Determined to get out of this place, I start to crawl slowly out from where the invisible fence is and slowly the shocking stops. I continue running to his truck. When I was younger, he always used to keep a spare key under the driver's door. Once I get it, I hop in the truck and put it in drive. I see Jackson running towards me through the rear view mirror, so my hate takes over and throws the the truck in reverse and hit him with the bed. Going back in drive, I make my get away, following the dirt trail to the main road. I keep driving until I see a house and park in their drive-way.

"Help me please?!" I yell, banging both my fists on the front door. An older lady opens the door and when she sees me, her eyes go wide.

"My name's Catherine Winters. I was being held hostage by m brother. Can you please cal the cops?" I beg, my whole body still shaking from anger and sadness. She ushers me in the house and calls the police.

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"So, your brother took you and held you in the basement for three months? Along with other girls, who he soon killed after?" Officer Ramirez asks me, shaking his head. I nod, a single tear slipping from my eye fr all the girls he killed. He get's up and steps out of the room, leaving me alone with a glass of water and a cookie. I was trembling from the panic. What's gonna happen now? Do they even believe me?

"Seems like your story checks out." Officer Ramirez and another guy say, coming back into the room. "there is a a slight problem though."

"We haven't located your brother yet." The other man says. I could feel my heart start to pump blood faster, my pulse increasing. My head started to hurt and the room looked like it was spinning. My evil, disgusting brother is still out there.

"When we got to the house, there wasn't any sign of a living person there, only mass death."

"How any girls were there?" I ask, knowing the answer would kill me.

"Over twenty so far. Most of them are over 18 but some are younger. They all have the same features as you." Officer Ramirez tells me. I start shaking uncontrollably and put my head in my lap. He really is obsessed with me. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

"We'll have you stay in the police station for the night and put out a state wide man hunt for your brother. We've already called your social worker and she is trying to find a foster home for you to stay for right now." Officer Ramirez tries to assure me. "I am serous when I say this; we will definitely catch that bastard for what he's done."

"Thank you." I say, sitting back in my chair. I knew from now on, until they find him, I wasn't going to rest. He needed to be dead. I needed him to be dead.