Is This True?

Chapter 14

Where was I?

I was in a dark room, rope binding me about the wrists. I was sitting down on the floor, carpeted floor to be specific. Must be some furniture store by the smell, but once I found the strength to open my eyes, all I saw was darkness.

Perfect.

I must be blindfolded. But why? I already knew the person who was doing all of this. The one who hung innocent lives mercilessly down the pillars and stairs. The one who'd push a victim off the top floor to their death. The one who'd slice them with a knife as they crept for shelter. And for what?

My breath hitched once I heard heavy footsteps echo in my direction. A hand rips my blindfold off, my eyes taking in my surroundings, but I don't have much time.

I was right though, I was in a furniture store and my hands were strapped behind an old-looking dresser. Carpet and rugs surrounded me in display and far away were draping curtains for show. Why he picked this store, I do not know.

"Why?" I looked on with anger at the man I trusted, "why did you do this? Why are you even doing it?"

Again, my questions were going to be the death of me. His hand meets my face in a sharp slap, the left half completely numbing from contact.

"Got any more questions for me?"

"Yeah, why choose this store? Why not Macy's, it smells better."

When I thought he was going to smack me again, Robert chuckled darkly.

"You're a funny one, you know? A funny, curious, sarcastic little thing. All the others were either begging for mercy or screaming bloody murder. It's a shame you're different though. I was starting to actually like you. But--"

He stood up from his crouched position.
"Things just happen. And I mean, you were so nice too, helping all those people calm down and making sure they were safe. Helping me with my 'asthma' and things. Encouraging me that I'd see my boys again."

His words were pathetic. I couldn't believe I had fallen for his filthy lies. His false prescription, and his fake inhaler. The fact he even had no pictures of his boys in his wallet drew me to the conclusion he wasn't who he said he was. You'd think after hearing such a close relationship he had with his boys he would have at least one picture of them. But no, he had none. Because they didn't even exist. This was all a lie and I innocently fell for it.

"I can't believe I trusted you."

"Well, of course, you can." Robert crouched down again,
"It's because you are gullible. And weak." He sneered, pulling out a gun from his pocket. I eyed it carefully, hoping that I could get myself out of this one. Or better yet, be rescued by someone.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Oh?"

Robert smacked me in the face again, harder than the first time.
"Was that a challenge? Do you really want to see how much you can take? Or do you want to make this quick?"

He shoved the gun to my temple. "And shoot a bullet through your pretty head?"

"Anything to make sure that you're not going to get away with this. Someone's going to find you. And they're going to kill you."

"Oh? And what makes you so sure? How will they know who it was that killed you? Maybe, maybe that one nice fellow will fall for my tricks. What's his name again? Oh, that's right. Scott."

If my hands weren't tied so tightly, I would have ripped them apart to slug him.

"It'll be so quick, he won't know what was coming. Only, that is when I'm finished with you."