Apartment 502

Chapter 10.

Chapter 10.

I woke up in the same bright room I had yesterday. I sat up, noticing that Jason wasn't in the bed with me.

I got up and peered out of the window; the sun was setting. I hadn't acknowledged the time that I had slept until. I went over to the bedroom door and tried to open it.

Locked again.

I wouldn't trust me either. The first

chance I get I'm going to try and run, no matter what the consequences are.

I dragged my bag out of Jason's closet and dumped out all of the clothes he stuffed in there.

I picked out my black jeans and paired it with my maroon shirt with the Mickey gloves on it. I threw on my combat boots and the jean jacket I had on when I first ran into Jason.

I stood up and brushed my hands off on my pants, moving towards the window again. I knelt down and watched the wind blow the multicolored leaves off of the trees. The sky was a purplish pink color and groups of birds flew by, migrating for the winter.

I heard somebody's footsteps coming up the stairs and the door clicked unlocked. I got up in my place and spun around to Jason. His black leather jacket emphasized with his light washed jeans.

I wiped my bangs away from my eyes and noticed the blood on his knuckles. I didn't want to ask him, he would just tell me to mind my own business anyways. My eyes traveled down to his shoes. I made out the tiny splatters of blood on the tops of his white Supras.

He noticed that I was looking at the blood, and moved his hands slowly to his pockets.

"Hungry?" He asked wearily.

I nodded my head and put my hands behind my back, hoping we'd go someplace else than McDonald's.

He grabbed his keys and put them in his pocket, changing his Supras into white Nikes. He went into the bathroom and washed the cuts on his knuckles that were obviously from a recent fight.

I stayed in the bedroom doorway watching him until he was done, then followed him to the car.

It was much chillier than I had expected it to be for the beginning of October.

I got in the passenger seat and buckled my seat belt as Jason pulled off. I gazed out the window at the cars that we passed on the streets, resting my head on my hand. The street lights turned on, flickering as we drove by.

After we ate, we headed back to Jason's house, where I've been for almost a week.

I thought long and hard about what I knew about Jason, but there was barely anything.

I knew he was a serial killer and a terrorist, and that he was extremely dangerous. I knew that he thinks he owns me because he determines whether I wake up tomorrow or not, and I also know that his mood changes often, so I have to be careful what I say and when I say it.

But Jason knows everything about me. I mean everything.

He held my wrist getting out of the car so that I couldn't get away.

whats new.

He popped open the trunk and took out a huge black duffle bag.

He made sure that I got into the house first, so that I didn't try to run, and shut and locked the door behind him.

"Here," he tossed the big duffle bag on the floor beside me.

Inside were more of my clothes and shoes. He had been to my house.