The Ghost of Him

6. Protector

*Melanie's POV*

I sat in silence for a good two hours after Gerard went outside. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? Just sit here and wait for him to come back? He never answered my question, he just kind of brushed it off and walked away. That's reassuring.

I wasn't really that scared of him anymore. I mean, I never really get scared much because I'm more of a "danger-seeking" type of person. Not this kind of danger exactly, but the general worry that had been there at first had gone away for the most part. After getting to "know" him, he wasn't really all that scary; just sort of mysterious.

Another hour went by and I decided to see what the fuck he was doing. I opened the door (if you can even call it that) and looked out.

At first I didn't see him. Maybe he'd gone into town? No, that's unlikely, he'd have to know that would make it too easy for me to leave, considering I'm here against my will. I walked around to the other side of the RV. Still no Gerard.

Whatever.

Maybe he had gone into town, getting things to torture me with probably. I went back inside and sat back down on the couch. Night time was near and I was starting to drift off when I heard a thumping noise.

I opened my eyes to see Gerard walking in the door. "Where'd you go, murder boy? Gone to get things to tourture me with?" I didn't care if I sounded rude, he has me here for a reason. And I feel like I, out of all people, should know.

He rolled his eyes and I noticed his jaw clench, "No, I went on a walk. If you really must know." He glared at me. Why is he the one who's angry right now? I mean, I'm not the one who kidnapped him for God knows what.

"What makes one want to kill people?" I asked after a few more long minutes of dead air.

He just glared at me, "Excuse me?"

I thought for a moment, I didn't want to say the wrong thing and get killed. But I supposed it didn't matter anyways, since im probably destined to be some sort of sex slave anyways, I might as well ask the questions while I'm alive. I looked him in the eyes. "What makes you kill people? Why do you enjoy it? What motivated you to do this, out of anything else you could be doing?"

He looked as if he was actually thinking about an answer for a second. I wished I could know what's going on in his head.

"I don't know."

That's all he said before he turned his back to me and started to try to walk into another area of this small RV.

"Get the hell back in here." I growled. The look on his face when he turned around was beyond any expression I could understand.

"What?" he snapped, his eyes glaring.

"If you don't know why you kill, and I don't know what motivates you to kill, how do I know what to avoid doing, so that I don't die in the middle of the fucking woods?" By this point I was shouting. God, I was so fucking angry. And scared. But mostly angry. I hoped someone other than Gerard heard me.

He looked at me. Just stared.

"ANSWER ME." I didn't care about keeping calm anymore, I needed answers.

"I-I-" he stuttered. He suddenly got this expressionless look on his face, almost empty, and sighed. "You're sleeping there, I'll sleep on the floor. Go to sleep and don't do anything you'll regret.

I rolled my eyes and watched Gerard lay down on the floor with nothing. And I rolled the other way on the couch and closed my eyes. There's no way I could sleep. He wouldn't, no matter how loud I yelled, answer me. That has to be a sign that he only wants me here for bad reasons. Right? If theres any hope for me living, I needed to get out.