"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that your going to have to be dealt with in an adult way"
He drew even more and more closer, so close he made me flinch. His grin got more wide after every movement he did towards me. He was holding something in his left hand behind his back. I couldn't quite see what it was, but whatever it was, I knew it was sharp & hard.
"Any last words. Marylin?"
"Yes actually."
"Go on then.."
"Wait, I'm still thinking of some more words. C'mon these are probably going to be my last so I might aswell make use of this moment." I manipulated him.
"Hm, well you do have a point..but make it quick."
"Alright, get me a pen & paper first."
Now obviously I wasn't going to sit down and take my precious time in the middle of the night to write down my last words, I had a better idea.
"Where is the pen and pencil?" He asked.
"It's.... Right.... Over..... Here!"
After every word I crept behind him, closer and closer with a quilt, as soon as I said here, I threw the quilt over his head, and tried suffocating him with my quilt, at first he seemed to be panicking, but later he tried breaking through, I had to go to plan B instantly.
Plan B was basically running away, I ran towards the door, leaving everything behind, running up the stairs, I didn't even dare to look back. My heart beating so ever fast, sweat dripping from my neck all the way down to my buttocks.
My back was all damp, you would of probably thought I wet the bed. I looked behind me, and by the looks of what I was seeing, Stan had just managed to get the quilt over him, that's what I think anyway, because there was a lot of moaning, I couldn't see too well, because the light wasn't on. Only the moonlight shining through our glass window's.
I tried opening the door, but it was locked, oh dear goodness, does this mean this is the end?
I've already got him, even more mad than he was before, what evil idea could he possibly do to me now.
Seeing as I had ran up the stairs only to find out that it was locked, I sunk down to the floor, with my back facing the door, whilst sitting down, crying. I hate failing. And I had definitely failed.
Stan walked up the stairs slowly, I don't know if he thought that walking up the stairs would make it seem more dramatic, but either way he still looked like a retard.
"So, you thought you could escape? Aha, well now you've crossed the line, and are really starting to push my buttons."
"You have buttons?" I asked sarcastically.
He slapped me across the face, I could feel the sharp sensation in my left cheek, it made my entire wobble, and even gave me a headache.
"Don't ask stupid questions. He warned. Now, do you want this the easy way? Or hard way?"
I was still crying from the slap he gave me earlier, I could barely reply to his question.
" I SAID do you want this the easy way or hard way?"
"Easy." I sobbed.
"Now, tell me Marylin, what did you see a couple days ago when you saw me & another woman in the basement?"
"I didn't see anything, I wasn't even in here." I wiped my tears.
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" He shouted.
He punched the basement wall, it chipped a bit, not quite sure how deep it was, but I doubt it was, since even I was stronger than Stan. The tiny bits of the wall, fell to the ground, making a tiny mess.
"Marylin, I know you was in here. I heard you, beside's you left your little torch here, now tell me what you saw or prepare to face the consequences."
His fist, drew closer and closer to my face every time I refused to answer his question.
"Alright fine, I saw you and another woman, doing it together."
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear, have you told your mother about that?"
"No.."
"Good, you better not, because if you do, don't be surprised if you don't wake up tomorrow morning." He threatened.
I shook my head in fear, waiting for this to all be over. Hour by hour the sun was gradually rising. I was so tired, but I didn't dare to even catch a glimpse of sleep. Who could of known what would of happened with Stan in the room.
"Now, this is how it's going to be. You don't tell your mother, and your free to go. You tell your mother and you shall face the consequences, unfortunately I can't kill or stab you because I'll go to jail again. So which one do you prefer" He explained.
I completely changed the subject." What did you go to jail for?"
"That has nothing to do with you, but since you asked, I stabbed a man in the stomach, not quite sure if he survived or not, either way I don't care. So which one is it going to be?"
"Why did you stab him?" I asked.
"If you don't stop asking question's I'm going to stab you!"
"Alright.. And I'm telling mum what you've been doing, you're not going to get away with this!"
"Yes I am, and to make sure, I have to get rid of one more thing.."
"What is that?"
"Oh, you'll see, mwahaha."
He drew even more closer to me, I could barely see him, or anything else, he had blocked the light from coming inside, after when he had come close enough, the evil laughter stopped.
And a loud punch was thrown, but this time it wasn't thrown at the wall, it was thrown at me, to my temple. I couldn't remember the feeling of getting hit, but I know it really hurt, everything was blacked out. I couldn't see anything at all.
It was like the complete opposite of La la land, more like mwhaha land, everything was just pitch black. I thought I was dead, I could hear footsteps, but soon after the noise of the footsteps where faint.
At that point, with the little energy I had left, I thought to myself, is this the end? Is this what it feels like to die? Or am I just playing dead.
Like you know, what dogs do, except I don't think I'm going to get back up on my feet at any time soon.
