The Stalker

Chapter 12

     I ran over to her and yelled for her to wake up. I didn't get an answer. I started shaking her and kept on yelling. Drew walked in and asked me what was going on. How could he not know. He killed her. How could he just act like nothing happened after I left. I had this awful feeling like she was dead. If she was, I would be alone, and no one to talk to and deal with Drew with me. I started to ask questions because I had to know exactly what happened so when I get away from here, I can tell the cops.

     "What did you do?" I asked and you could hear the worry and anger in my voice.

     "She was in the wrong, so I punished her. Didn't you get punished when you done wrong? I have to be completely fair with my lovely's." Drew answered, trying to sound like a father. 

     "You call this punishing? You killed her, let me repeat the word KILLED her. She did what I asked her to, she didn't deserve to die!" I started crying my eyes out.

     "She knew that it was wrong. She disobeyed my rules. She is probably just faking. Wake up you little coward!" Drew said as he kicked Casey. 

     "DON'T KICK HER! She is dead. Can't you see that? I thought you loved us. Why did you kill her. Why not me? I wish it was me. I don't want to live here with you. I want to go home. Let me go home." My eyes were hurting from crying.

     Drew didn't say another word. Instead, he walked out of the room calmly. I put Casey on the bed. I wish Drew would have taken her some where. I honestly wish it was me. I wouldn't have to live here no more. I could be free from Drew. 

     Drew yelled for me to come eat dinner. I walked in, sat down, and didn't say a word. He tried to make conversation, but why should I communicate with a murderer. I wanted  him to feel sorry for what he did. I wanted him to suffer, but I didn't know how I could make him. I have to find a way. People get what they deserve right?

I went back to the room and Casey was gone! Drew couldn't have moved her because he was in the kitchen the whole time. Casey must be alive, but where was she? Would she leave me? Would she send help? I got excited because I had more hope of getting to go home, but I also had fear of her getting busted just like I did.