He is a Psycho

chapter 9- Elliot's love

Psychopaths usually are/were abused/ traumatized at one time in their lives.

Thanks, so much for the awesome fact! If anyone has any facts that they would like for me to put at the top of the chapter just message me and tell me what it is. I would love to have them! And of course, I would tag you! The only rule is that it has to be about psychopaths. Sorry, it took so long. But here it is... finally. Hope you will enjoy. (btw when Elliot's part is italicized that means that is his 'mind' talking.)

.Blaire.

"Blaire" He breathed out. I know I had seen him at the hospital but that was for like a nanosecond and I wasn't even really looking at him I was recalling the terrible things he has done.

    My eyes peered over to Elliot and he was a lot more buff then the last time I had really seen him. He looked scarier than ever. He was staring at me for a long time and it took me a while to get why. Oh god, I was only in my hospital gown. Mrs. Jones threw her long jacket over me and I silently thanked her. "You can go, mother," Elliot said as he took a few steps closer to me. Wait for steps who am I kidding it was like a few strides. I clutched onto her arm. "Don't test me, Blaire." Elliot said harshly. "let go of her arm." I still held on for dear life.

    "Don't leave me with him," I whispered. But Elliot had heard. He lunged for me and ripped me away from his mom.

    "GET OUT" He screamed. His voice was threatening and it made me want go cower away in my bed for a million years.

    Mrs. Jones quickly turned on her heel and left.

    "get your hands off of me." I tried to say loud but it came out weak and he didn't hear. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Get your hands off of me," I commanded and it came out strong. I mentally high-fived myself.

    Elliot let out a growl? Wait hold up. I turned to look up at him and he looked like he was gonna rip me apart limb by limb. "Please. Elliot. Let go of me." His eyes turned soft, and for a second he loosened his grip. He griped me even harder than before.

    "I am in charge Blaire. Don't tell me what to do." He said as he pets my hair. with one hand. I just shivered in his touch. I broke lose from his grip and I turned around and slapped him. "You should not have done that." Elliot cackled.

    "Leave me alone," I screamed as I bolted for the door.

    "You can run Blaire... but there is nothing around here for 50 miles." Elliot laughed as he walked up behind me. He put his hands on my forearms.

    "Don't touch me" I growled.

    "Blaire. Don't make me more upset than I already am."

    "Elliot! HOW ARE YOU UPSET. I was the one kidnapped, not to mention my grandma, boyfriend, and best friend are all dead because of you." I screamed. He punched a whole in the wall.

    "He is not your boyfriend. Shane was never your boyfriend." Elliot yelled.

    "Was that all you got out of what I just said?" I asked.

    "Don't use that tone with me," Elliot said.

    "I can use whatever tone I want to use," I screamed.

    "Blaire. You need to stop before I lose it."

    "Lose what Elliot? You have already lost your mind. You are a psycho." I yelled in his face.

.Elliot.

    She had already said it once before. I just couldn't stand hearing it again.

    I am not a psycho.

    Yeah, you are not. Make sure she never says that again.

    Ok. But how?

    Don't let her talk.

    For how long?

    However long you feel is needed.

It was a good idea, my mind had a really good idea.

"I will teach you a lesson about saying mean things. Blaire watch yourself." I said menacingly. She looked scared. Good.

Good?

Yes, you want her to feel scared of you so one day you can show her how nice you actually are and sweep her off her feet.

I don't know.

MAKE HER SCARED.

"Blaire come here," I said sternly. She slowly walked over to me as tears dripped down her beautiful rose cheeks. She sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. I kissed the top her head and she scoffed.

"I am sorry." She sniffed.

"It is ok." I smiled.

NO, IT IS NOT.

Shut up she is in my arms, and that is all that matters.

.Blaire.

If he planned on breaking me... he has another thing coming. I need to escape from here. Also changing out of this gown.

"Elliot? Can I please have some clothes?" I asked sweetly.

"Yeah let me just go get some stay here. Can I trust you?" He asked.

Can he trust me? No. "Yes," I said.

"I am serious if you move I will..." Elliot said as he walked off.

I nodded and looked around the room. There has gotta be a phone or something. Nope. Nothing.

Darn. I looked back and made a run for it out the doors. I was running as fast as I could on the dirt road when I saw absolutely nothing but dirt. I looked back and saw a car coming. I stopped running and flagged it down. The window and it revealed a man with a hat and sunglasses on. "Excuse me sir... can you please give me a ride to the nearest city it is urgent," I asked.

    "Yeah hop in." The man said.

    I opened the door and the man sped off back towards the direction I came. "Excuse me, sir?" I asked. The man turned to look at me and he took off his sunglasses and hat. "Elliot?" I cried.

    "You betcha doll face. Now that wasn't very nice." He smirked before the lights went out, and I am in the hands of a psycho. I am in the hands of Elliot.