Psychotic

Psychotic-Chapter 6

 ~~~~~~~~~ALEC'S POV~~~~~~~~~~

   The door opened, revealing a slightly aged Daniel. "Alec, good to see you again."

    I looked over at the cash register dude. Still out cold. I snickered, what a pussy. I really need to figure out what his name is. I searched his shirt for a name tag. How did I not notice one while I was tying him up? Hello, my name is Daniel, the name tag read. Well, Daniel, I hope you're ready for Hope. I glanced over at the sign that said 'Welcome to Hope! we HOPE you enjoy your stay!' I snorted at the sign. "That's lame." I muttered to myself, under my breath. I pulled the stolen motor home into the parking lot of a small café that seemed to host an unlimited number of fishermen. I got out of the motor home and wandered towards the café. An old man with a greying beard and a worn face made his way towards me. "Hello there, sir." I said politely. He tipped his torn, brown hat and said, "Hello, what brings you out to these parts? You don't look like much of a fisherman to me." Ah, so this must be a fishing town. That would explain all the fishermen in the café. "No, I'm not much of one, I'm just here on... erm... business." I said hesitantly, wondering if he believed me or not. The look on his face told me no. "Oh." he grunted. He tried to discretely glance at my motor home, examining it. I noticed though, he was staring through the window at Daniel in the passengers seat. Shit, I think to myself. I think he still has blood on his clothes, I hope old man doesn't notice. If he did notice, all he says is, "That's one old motor home you got there." I let out a nervous laugh, "Sure is." I say. "Well, I guess I better get going." I announce, trying to get myself out of here before he says anything that could get me in trouble. "Now, now, why don't you stay a while? They've got the best turkey sandwiches in town here. It's on me." the old man says, looking me dead in the eye. He knows something's up, I know it. I rub my lips together, a nervous habit of mine. "I don't think I caught a name." I say, staring right back at him. "Dave." he says. "You?" he says, almost challenging me. I don't hesitate, "Alec." I state. "Well, Alec, come on in the café. I'll buy you a sandwich and you can tell me about yourself." "...Alright." I say hesitantly.

   I follow him into the café and we take a seat at one of the small tables. I looked around the room. It was quite tiny, with only a handful of small tables scattered around the place.  At the back of the room there was a counter with bar stools set at it. Other than a few pictures and diagrams of fish, the place was ill decorated. I turned my attention back to Dave. "So," he starts, "what really brings you out here, in the middle of nowhere?" he finally asks. I pondered what I should tell him. The truth will get me in even more trouble, but he seems to already know a small part of it. I lean in towards him. "I'm not sure this is the best place to discus this." I whisper to him. He just nods. Dave gets up to get us the sandwiches. I inspect the other people in the café. Most are men, either taking a break from their fishing or getting ready to start. One man in his about late 30's, sitting at a table in the back of the room alone is staring at me, observing every move I make. I watch him from the corner of my eye, pretending to be interested in one of the few fish diagrams. Finally, Dave is back with the sandwiches. "What's up with that guy?" I ask, nodding towards the guy intently staring at me. "Hey, Frank." Dave calls to the guy across the room. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it isn't nice to stare?" he snapped at Frank, who sheepishly turned away and went back to reading his newspaper. I gave Dave an appreciative nod and we ate our sandwiches in silence.

     "Let's go for a little walk." Dave demanded as we finished our food. I ate mine quick, I guess being on the run I didn't have much time to eat. We get up and walk outside, towards the motor home. I guess I saw that coming. I looked through the windows of the motor home and saw Daniel was still out of it. Thank you god. "So, who's that fellow in the passengers seat?" Dave asked me. "My cousin." I straight up lied. Dave gave me a look that said 'I'm not an idiot'. I sighed. I can't tell this guy what happened, but he knows something is up, which is making it impossible to lie. Dave stopped walking suddenly and looked me in the eye. "I know who you are." he says, completely serious. "I follow big city news, lucky for you though, most of the locals don't. I'm going to let you explain what's really going on, starting with the boy you have tied up in your motor home." I groaned and looked up at the sky. Why, of all people, does he have to be the one to watch the news? I wonder to myself. I take a deep breath and explain to this stranger everything that has happened, including getting out of jail, the fake leads, escaping to Canada, the fake leads being busted, coming to Alaska, the gas station, and finally, cash register dude. Through all of it he just stands there listening with a blank expression on his face. Once I finish, he just stares at me, then asks, "What are you going to do with Daniel?" I look down to the ground, not wanting to make eye contact. I was planning on killing him and ditching the body, but I don't particularly think that's the best thing to tell Dave. "I'm not really sure." I reply, slowly. "You were planning on killing him, weren't you?" Damn, this Dave guy can see right through me. I let out a long sigh and nod my head. "I think I can help you." my head snaps up, looking at Dave with wide eyes. "What?!" I demand. "Not with killing him." Dave confirms. "But with keeping him alive and quiet. There' really no need to kill him. I have a plan."     

   Dave helps me haul Daniel to the back of the motor home. I hop into the drivers seat and Dave into the passengers seat. I slowly head out of the parking lot, following Dave's directions. Within minutes we find ourselves at a small, abandoned house on the oceans shore. We hop out of the motor home and carefully make our way over the rocky shore to the house. "Does anyone own this house?" I ask Dave. "Actually, its mine. The wife and I lived here when we were first married, then we had kids and had to upgrade. We never wanted sell it, couldn't take care of it though. That's why its a dump." he says. I just nod with understanding. We make our way up the porches broken steps. once we get to the door I try the doorknob, but it doesn't open. "It's locked." I declare. "Doesn't have a lock, must be jammed." Dave replies. I turn back to the door and try again, this time ramming it with my shoulder. Eventually it flies open, revealing the entrance of the house, which consists of a small living room with a couch, what I assume to be a TV covered in white sheets, and an even smaller kitchen. There's two doors to the right of the room, which I assume to be the bathroom and bedroom. Everything is covered with an inch of dust and looks like it hasn't been touched in years, which I guess is the truth. "We're going to have to clean this place up." I state. Dave just nods his head in agreement. "Better get started." he announces. We spend hours cleaning the place, and somewhere in the middle Daniel finally came to and started screaming. Now he's sitting on the old couch, still tied up, watching us. He occasionally sends us the odd death threat, but cooperates pretty well. Once we finish the cleaning and repairing, Dave explains to Daniel what's going to happen. "Daniel, I need you to listen to me, okay?" he starts. "You've been through a lot in the past few days, I get that, but we aren't going to be able to let you go-" "WHAT!" Daniel screams as loud as he can. He starts thrashing around, trying to hit the old man, which is rather impossible considering his hands are tied behind his back. Dave slaps him. "Shut up!" he shouts. I stare at him with wide eyes. I didn't know the old man had it in him. "Like I was saying, we aren't going to let you go because I guarantee you are going to run straight to the cops, and if you tell the cops I also guarantee Alec here, will kill you. So, you are going to stay here and live in this town, under my supervision. At first, you aren't to leave this house I will bring you everything necessary to survive. After I know I can trust you, you will be able to wander around the town and live a normal life." "Normal life my ass." Daniel snorts. "Would you rather die?" I say threateningly. Daniel cowers and shakes his head. "Good. So we have a deal."

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"This is good in a bad way" Song: Perfect by Marianas Trench.

 

Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Here's another chapter in Alec's POV, revealing what happened with Daniel. Sorry this is kind of getting stupid, but I've totally been having major writers block. That would also explain why its been awhile since I last uploaded. But on a good note..... I GOT MY OWN LAPTOP!!! WOOHOO!!! Yea I'm very excited about it :):):):)   If you liked my story pleeaassseee.... COMMENT, VOTE, AND FOLLOOOWWWWW :):):):):):):) <3<3<3<3<3<3 CUTE AS A BUTTON, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU :)