WANTED

Haunted {Chapter thirteen}

An hour later when everybody was ready for the day, we held a meeting in the lounge.
The crazy thing was the wardrobe in the room I was staying in had clothes my size.
It was as if they knew I was going to stay there.
I wore shorts, cause I didn't want long jeans to compress my bruised knee, and I wore a oversized shirt.
The girl on the other hand...she wore skinny jeans and a shirt...simple yes...but she looked like million dollars in it.
It turns out the guys were really worried about me, they kept on asking if I needed anything.
It was sweet.
I sat next to Hacker and Speed, Caleb sat by himself, whilst the girl sat next to Tyson.
If I sat next to Tyson, I think I would have attacked him...I was pissed at him.
"So Courtney, I'm sure Tyson told you about staying here." Speed said,"I know you don't like it, but it's for your own good."

"If you keep a low profile, the police will not search for you that much." Hacker said,"We just need enough time to sort the situation out, right Tyson?"

"Yeah." Tyson said nodding,"We just need Bob to wake up and then he'll tell the police the truth. Once the police hears how abusive he was...then they'll reconsider charging you."

I groaned and sighed,"Don't you think I have thought about that? It won't work."

"Maybe if you didn't run away from the scene, then maybe it would have worked," the girl said.
Wait, I don't remember asking for her input.

"I still don't understand why you fled from the scene," she continued.
She was getting on my nerves.

"Maybe the reason you don't understand, is because it's none of your business," I said through a tight smile.
But she wasn't giving up that easily.

Through her own tight smile she said,"Oh Sweetheart,it is my business. Now that I'm part of the gang, their business is my business and my business is their business."

"You see that's where you got it twisted girly," I said,"This is my business."

"The name is Selena," she said with attitude,"And as I said before, now that I am in this gang...I am involved in everything they do."

"I don't give a damn about you being in the gang girly, you will not be involved in my business," I exclaimed feeling my temper rising.
Who did she think she was!
Like no!

"Um...my mom taught me to never involve myself in ladies fights...so I'm gonna go and make lunch," Speed said standing up.

"Uh...I'll help you," Caleb said following Speed and dragging Hacker with him.
Leaving me with Tyson and Selena.
"Guys fighting will not get us anywhere," Tyson began looking at both of us,"I need you two to get along."

"Put her on a leash first," I said returning her glares,"Then I will think about getting along with her."
I got up from the couch and stomped upstairs and banged the door behind me.

I think I locked myself in the room for three hours.
The only person who I allowed in was Speed when he bought my food, then I kicked him out.
I looked out the window, it was already dark.
I fell asleep and wished I hadn't...cause I had nightmares about Bob.
It was the first time having the nightmares.
The nightmare started out with me stabbing Bob, but Bob transformed into my mom.
So instead of me stabbing Bob, I was stabbing my mom.
The nightmare changed scenes, now I was in my room., the door opened slowly and in came Bob with a knife, I tried to get out of bed, it turns out I couldn't because I was tied to the bed.
Bob walked towards me with the knife raised.
I screamed and cried and screamed begging him to stop...but he wouldn't.
He stabbed and stabbed until he had no energy left.
The pain was breath taking.
I woke up screaming breathing hard.
I pinned myself against the head board, I rubbed my face with my hands.
I stopped when I smelt blood on my hands, I looked at them and started freaking out.
My hands were covered in blood, I ran to the bathroom to wash if off.
I washed my face, my hands...but it wasn't coming off.
I rubbed with a face cloth, I used soap...it wasn't working.
I tasted blood in my mouth, I made it to the toilet in time to throw up.
When I had finished I washed my mouth and sank against the shower door.
I was shaking so bad, as if I was cold.
"Courtney!" Tyson called,"Let me in, Courtney!"
I muffled my cries with my fist, which made me throw up again.
"Courtney!"he called," I'll break down this door!"
I flushed the toilet and shakily made my way to the sink.
To my surprise, the blood was gone.
All of it.
I used mouth wash to wash away the foul taste, I sank to the floor and felt strong hands lifting me up to the bed.
I hugged my knees and rocked back and forth.
The pain of being stabbed felt so real.
"It's okay." Tyson said wrapping his arms around me,"It's okay."
Was that the pain Bob felt when I stabbed him?
Did I cause him that pain?
What kind of a sick human being was I?
"What is it?" Tyson asked, when he released me from the hug.
I couldn't talk, I was just crying, playing the scene of me stabbing Bob over and over again.
He was haunting me.
He wanted me to feel what he felt, feel what my mom felt.
He made me do it...he pushed me too far.
And now I was paying for it.