Chapter 4
Catch a Tiger and It'll Bite Your Toe!
"Okay, let's play! Who goes first?" I agreed.
"Eenie meenie minie moe catch a tiger and it'll bite your toe. Eenie meenie minie moe!" He pointed at me.
"You're first!" He exclaimed.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"It's catch a tiger by its toe, if he hollers let him go! Not it'll bite your toe!" I said struggling to breath.
"I knew that! I was just trying to be funny!"
Marcus said, now laughing as well.
I raised my eyebrows. "Sure you were."
"Just go!" He demanded.
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We had been playing for about half an hour when someone rang the doorbell.
"We're you expecting anybody?" Marcus asked.
"No, you?" I responded. He shook his head.
"Wait here." He said lowly.
He walked over to the closet on the right side of us. From there, he pulled out a little suitcase. He opened it and pulled out a pistol.
He walked towards the left side and walked over to the door. He bent his knees and slouched down to look through the peep hole.
"Baby, I need you to hide okay? I need you to go upstairs and into my room. Hide under my bed and I'll go get you when I'm done."
I was scared, I had to admit that. In fact I was scared to the point that I didn't even say anything about him calling me 'baby'. "What's going on Marcus?"
"Just do it okay." He said as he put the gun behind him in between his belt and pants.
I grabbed my phone from the coffee table, stuck it in my shirt, and began to run upstairs. It hurt to run, obviously because of my injuries. Before I got to the stairs, I turned around and grabbed my water that was on the coffee table as well. I didn't want to leave any evidence as to myself being there. After all, I didn't even know who was at the door.
I found his bedroom and walked in. It was dark, so I didn't really see anything. Just silhouettes of furniture and items that were in his room.
I heard the door open and then Marcus's deep voice.
"What do you want?"
I got on all three limbs that were fine and began to lower myself. I finally got on my stomach and realized that was a bad idea.
It took me a while to get on my back, but when I finally did, I scooted myself under the bed.
I heard bits and pieces of their conversation, but I still didn't know the other person or people that were here.
After a while I heard a females' voice.
"May I take a look at'er?" I heard the woman speak out.
I heard Marcus mumble something.
About five minutes later, I heard the door open. I saw and heard footsteps coming towards the bed.
"Lexi?" Marcus called out.
"Down here Marcus." I called back.
"Come out now."
I began to cry. My body hurt from trying to go under and now I had to go back out.
"Marcus it hurts too much!" I cried.
"I know love, but you have to. It's for the better. I promise." He cooed.
"Pull my arm and leg on the other side." I sniffed.
"You know I can't do that. I'll hurt you. Just hold on." He got up and opened the door.
"Nathaaaan!" Marcus called. Who's Nathan?
"Whaaaat!" A guy called back up to Marcus.
"Come help me!" Marcus yelled.
"Marcus," I called to him. "Who's Nathan?"
No answer.
I heard thumping noises coming higher up and closer to Marcus's room.
"What do you need help with? If it's a body I can't defend you if I know you did it! Just gonna say that right now."
