The eye through the hole

Chapter 2

After I got out of that hell hole I began to run. I'm not sure how long I ran for though. It could have been weeks or it could have been months. I really don't know. But what I do know is that I found myself living in a small cottage in New Orleans. But I still can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched every second of every day and it's eating me alive.

Why does he want me back?! I didn't even know him before he took me from my family! I had to stand there and watch him hurt them. No matter how much I screamed, begged for him to stop he continued. By the time he had finished it was to late to save them. He'd already killed them. As I fell to my knees sobbing, screaming, cursing him for what he had done, he came over to me. It was clear that he had enjoyed killing my parents and never in my life had I felt the hatred that I felt towards him that night.

But he was still watching me, analyzing my every move. I had to get out of New Orleans, but not before saying goodbye to Alex. He had been my only friend. So I got out of bed on a cold raining Saturday morning.
"Today," I told myself, "Today I'll get out of here and try to get away from him once more!" After I finished packing up I strolled over to the phone and started dialing Alex's number. He almost immediately picked up.
"Hey Lily, how are you?"
"Good thanks! I'm really sorry to bother but there's something I have to tell you..."
"Is it about Oliver?"
I froze. Hearing his name again, it hurt. I hated saying his name! I'd only ever said it once and that was when Alex came around for the first time. He only lived five minutes away from me.
"Y-yes, I think he found..."
I stopped. Hearing the floor boards creak behind me. And then came the low menacing chuckle.
"Don't worry. I'll make this quick." I didn't have to look behind me, I knew it was Oliver.