Twist Me | Ghorror

Dark Side | Chapter 12

Pulling the door open I was met with a softly lit room that did seemed to be used for storage but not the kind he was trying to tell me it was. I couldn't believe what I was looking at and I was regretting ever trying to go looking for what was down here. 

There was a metal cord hanging from the ceiling with a light bulb on it which was the only light source in the room. The windows in the room were board up but it wouldn't matter anyways. There wouldn't be any light coming into the room through window with it being this late. 

It was dim that I found it nearly impossible to see anything but from what I could see I was already disguised by it. There was a metal slab set up with the center of the room and I could see what appeared to be dried blood along the side of it. On the far side of the room I could see what look like an old bathtub that wasn't hooked up to anything.

I grip on to the railing on the wall as I made my way down the stairs. I could feel splinter getting stuck in my bare feet as I walked. There was a slight creak with every step I took and I was hoping it was quieter then how it sounded to me.

Hitting the bottom floor I let out a sigh of relief. I slowly started to walk around and I noticed the floor wan on a slant that lead to a drain by the metal slab in the middle.

Walking over to the other end of the room where the bath tub was there were yellow tubs that looked like something toxic waste was kept in. There was three perfectly lined up together.

"Well it seems you found the key," I heard Ricky mumble from behind me and I almost jump out of my skin. 

I felt frozen in my own skin when I realized I had been caught. Slowly I turned around and I saw him resting against the banister at the end of the stairs.I was even more surprised that he was able to get down the stairs without me noticing. The way they creaked when I was walking down the them it seemed almost impossible to walk down them going unnoticed.

"Ya now there is a way to get down the stairs without making any noise." Ricky said in a dull voice as he walked closer to me. I started to back up until me back hit the wall. With everything I had just seen I didn't want him anywhere near me. 

He got close to me and stop when his face was inches from my face. I tired to cower away but I had no where to go now in this position. "What's wrong baby?" He ask with a smirk as he ran his hands up my side. 

"What is all this?" I stammer out. I knew the answer but I wanted t hear it from him. Not wanted to hear it, I needed to. 

He let out a sigh. "Come on upstairs and we can talk.I think you'll be more comfortable." He said softly and it was like a light switch with how his mood changed in the blink in an eye.

"Will you take me home instead?" I ask him quietly. All the sass that was usually in my personality had gone out the window now. 

"Come hear what I have to say first." He said and I could hear the frustration in his voice as he said. 

I nodded at him and after I did that he pushed off of the wall and turned to make his way up the stairs.  Taking a few deep breathes to keep myself calm I followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen. I slowly moved over the island in the front of the kitchen and sat down on the chair. Ricky stood in front of it and he lent forward with his hands held together and he had a sense of distress in his face. 

"What was all that." I ask him in a whisper. It was almost like I couldn't get my voice above that tone. Part of me was afraid of upsetting him and having him snap on me. 

A smirk crept on to his lips. "What do you think it is?" He said challenging me. This was similar to our usual banter but I wasn't able to retaliate.

"I think we both know but I want to hear it from you first. I could start walking now but I'm taking the time to hear you out. Please don't make me regret that." My voice trailed off at the end as fear started to feel uncomfortable with speaking to him in that way. Which was for sure a new feeling for me because that was very tame to how I usually would speak to him.

He let out a sigh. "Remember that one morning when the news was on and we started talking about-" He stop speaking for a moment and he seemed to be looking for the right words to finished his statement without scaring me more. "the incidents that have been happening recently."

I slowly started nodding as he spoke. "What does that have to do with anything?" I ask him. I knew where this was going but I couldn't help but ask him. 

That same sinister smirk crept up on his lips. "Why did you think I knew so much about him." I could hear the pride in his voice as he spoke and even though I knew I should of been digested with him by knowing this but instead I was intrigued. 

"It was you." I said in a matter of fact kind of way.

"You know you seem way to calm right now. I guess I was right about you from the start." He said to me. 

"Right about what? Why are you telling me about all of this?" I ask him. I was confused on why he was trusting me. If I was in his shoes I would be silting the throats on anyone who figure out my secret in fear that I would tell the wrong person and get caught. 

"I was right about you. That deep down there is apart of you that is as sick and twisted as I am. And I'm telling you about this because doing this alone isn't all too fun anymore." He said me as he started to trail his fingers up my arms. "I didn't really want to have this conversation so soon and I more wanted to ease you into it. That was why I was dropping so many hints before but I think you thought of it more as jokes."

"I'm not as twist as you." I spat at him, not being able to hold back my rage anymore. 

"Are you sure about that? Watching you get mad at you co works showed me you dark side. Also I did a bit of digging into your past. I saw that you almost choked a kid out in school and you got into many different fights. You had a few assaulted charges press against you too. You were in a mental hospital for surveillance when you were young and you were released when they couldn't see anything wrong with you. There is a rage inside of you that just over powers you. If someone didn't stop you in those situation you would of already been a killer. We both know it's more work to hold back that dark side. Let it out and have some fun." He said and he laughed at the end. 

"I have no dark side. I've changed a lot since that has all happened. Your twisted." The anger was coming out strong in my voice as I spoke. How dare he accusing  me of any of this.

"I may be twisted but someone needs to twist you back into the way you need to be. We both know it." He told me and as much as I wanted to deny it part of me knew everything he was saying was true.