Two Faced

Chapter 13

      To be honest, I wanted to throw up. I could hear Grace screaming, yet all I could do was lay there. Was I an awful friend? My heart was telling me to go help, but my head, how It throbbed against my skull. It begged me to stay on the ground, unmoving.

My eyes were blurred and painful to keep open. I hated Rick, and everything that he has done, with every fiber in my being.

"Grace..." I whispered, sobbing to myself. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out the screaming. Minutes passed, and then silence. I uncovered my hands from my ears and listened, Grace's screaming was no more, and I couldn't hear anything but my own heavy breathing.

Whatever happened to Grace, was my fault. Everything was my fault. That thought kept repeating itself in my head, along with the disgust I had for myself, for not trying to get to Grace. I just couldn't.

Sitting up, I steadied myself and the bile rising in my throat. Crawling towards the door I twisted the handle, my eyes widening when it turned. I swallowed nervously and peeked my head out the door, I couldn't see anyone lingering in the hall so I swiftly exited the room. Shutting the door quietly behind me.

I got up and walked with my back against the walls, I wasn't sure which rooms held Grace or Jason, but I would do my best to find them. Hopefully, I wouldn't be too late.

Walking through the hall I stopped and peeked in the rooms, desperate to find one of my friends. I found a bathroom, and two bedrooms along with a study. But I hadn't located Grace or Jason.

Not only was it difficult for me to find them, but I had this feeling gnawing away at me, and the thought that kept appearing in my head. Where was Rick? There was a chance he left, but that seemed to easy, especially after I tried to escape.

Finally, I stumbled across the last room in the hall. I opened it and slid inside. I walked around the room, it appeared to be an office room of some sort, there was a large desk and walls covered in photos. I was looking for any sign of my friends, but nothing. I cursed under my breath, and instead decided to snoop into his desk.

Going through the drawers was easy enough, none of them were locked and I only found notebooks with random writings inside. I started to walk away from his desk when a letter caught my attention.

On the top of the letter was some official stamp and at the bottom was a signature with the label 'dr.' in front of it. I would have read the note, but it was in a different language. Brushing it off as unimportant I walked towards the photos he had lined up on the wall.

The first bunch I noticed was of Jason, tied up and gagged. Once I moved passed those, I saw picture of Professor Simmons and I speaking, I frowned, I didn't know he took a picture of us. I was growing uneasy as I moved down the line of photos.

The farther down the line, the more photos there was of me. This was like an obsession. He had photos of me eating, walking, in my house...I couldn't even understand how he took these photos without me knowing.

I felt a shiver go down my spine, he was a stalker, a creep. I don't know why he decided for me as the target, but I didn't like it. After everything he has put me and my friends through, this was the cherry on top.

These photos were disgusting, and I hated them. I wanted to burn them. But I didn't want him to know I was here, so I left them, for the time being.

I headed towards the door, ready to leave but the door knob started turning before I could get to it. I quickly dove underneath the office desk. There wasn't anywhere else to hide, so I prayed this hiding spot sufficed.