His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Thirty: Serena

Tick, tock, tick, tock... The imaginary clock in my head ticked on. A sense of anxiety hit, I had a cold sweat. Where is he? He wanted to talk and now I think he lied. Why would I let them keep me locked up? I'm so stupid. I'm every movie character I hate. The second guy came back into the room when I woke up, well, more like three hours after I woke up. My back had a dull ache from laying on the floor. I fixed my back brace that was hidden under my shirt and he raised a brow.

"I have to pee" I said truthfully, ignoring his questioning glance.

He sighed, before getting up and walking to the barred locked door. He was wearing a black wife beater tank top, when he reached to unlock it I noticed his tattoo. At first, I hadn't noticed it was a name, in beautiful black ink on his inner arm it said Lacey. I reeled back.

Oh God, I do in fact know this boy. More importantly I know Lacey Grey, she helped everybody she met while she tried to help herself. I look up to her on so many levels, inspirational and physical. Her being very skinny and very beautiful. I don't know anyone's heart who knew her whose didn't break sitting in the pews at her funeral. He didn't recognize me. Or atleast he hadn't shown it. Not that we've ever had a good look in each others face.

He led me to a bathroom, I took a mental note that the bathroom had absolutely nothing that could help me; no weapons, window, or make up. Yet again, this could really could be Danny wanting to talk. Until I talk to him I don't know if i'm in any real danger or not. Which is good and bad.

When I get out of the bathroom James asks me if i'm hungry. Yes, I remember the name that goes to that face but no, I am not hungry.

"Can I have a blanket?" I ask.

I'm not actually cold, but insecure, the same amount of uncomfortability. He gives me another questioning look, it being summer.

"Hold on" He said ducking into a room right behind me. I take off down the opposite hall, bored. If Danny wanted to talk he could call me, not drug me. I get to the front door and have a hand on the handle by the time James runs up, blanket in hand. I turn the nob and grabs my hand and yanks me back. I let out a cry, my arm throbbing.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He asks.

I rub my arm, "Getting out of here! I don't want to wait around all day".

"You can't!" He yelled.

"Why?" I yelled back. I'm sick of waiting around in my pajamas.

"Because you can't leave..." He said.

The way he said it made my skin crawl.

"I'm sorry I pulled you, but Danny wants to talk, just come with me" He said softer.

Caving in I followed him, curiosity- the silent killer. He led me down the steps of a basement, red flags telling me to abort mission. But I swallowed my fears and sat at a table in the corner of the basement. He sat across me, my eyes couldn't help but scan the elegant lines of his tattoo. Only a corner piece stuck out, since his elbow rested on the table. I wrapped the blanket around myself, cloaking my insecurities.

"When did you get that?" I asked.

"Huh?" He questioned looking up from his lap.

"Your tattoo, when did you get it?" I hadn't seen him with it yet I hadn't seen him in awhile to begin with.

"Oh," He twisted his arm to show me it fully "Not that long ago".

I smiled, it was really sweet of him to get that for her. Just because she's gone it doesn't mean the memory of her has to be. Exactly something she would do.  Footsteps pitted down the stairs until I saw that familiar face. Except, it wasn't as friendly as usual. He seemed distant as he sat down, what was so serious?