Psycho

Chapter Twenty-Five: Caught

He stuck the tape down on my mouth again and stormed over to Daniel, slashing him across the face with the knife, a huge bloody gash formed on his left cheek. We both screamed through the strong duct tape, Daniel's face went red for anger and pain from holding in the screams he was trying to free but couldn't because the tape.

Luke ripped the tape off his mouth, "Why didn't you respect the woman's privacy and stayed out of her room?" He yelled in Daniel's face, who had tears, blood and sweat covering it.

The room was really dark, the only light source was from the full moon directly out of my open window.

"I just, wanted t-to see what was going on, Scarlet w-was acting funny" He spoke through clenched teeth.

Luke swung at Daniel again, without the knife in his hand, and slapped his palm across Daniel's wounded cheek, over the opened deep gash.

Daniel screamed out in agony "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He roared "You fucking psychopath"

And that is when hell broke loose.

"What.. did you just call me?" Luke seethed.

"You heard me! A fucking psychopath, man. Who the hell even does this?!" Daniel shouted.

I looked over to James, who was either sleeping on unconscious, I went with unconscious because who the hell can sleep through all the yelling, and especially when they are in a situation like this.

Looking back over at Luke, he had put tape back over Daniel's mouth, picking up the gun and aiming it at Daniel's head. "Get up" He demanded.

Daniel slowly and carefully got up, trying not to fall. He stood up straight in front of Luke, shaking uncontrolably. The gun was pressed into the back of Daniel's head as he walked to where Luke demanded him to do, out of my room.

I was left alone in my room, with James leaning against the wall unconcious. The apartment was silent, which worried me, I tried to lean forward on the chair to look out of the door, but I could hardly move due to the rope that tied my arms to the chair.

"Fuck," I muttered, I wriggled too much the chair fell onto it's side on the ground, which made a bang.

Seconds later Luke came in, breathing heavily, "What the fuck are you doing?" He spat as he stormed over to me and lifted the chair back to it's original position as was I. "Don't move" Luke warned before storming out of the room again. I heard Daniel's groans and cries from out in the lounge. A fresh batch of warm tears streamed down my face. I was absolutely terrified.

The sound of cries, groans, slashing and stabbing sounds and Luke's grunts where the only sounds throughout the apartment. I didn't even want to know what was going on. But everything went black.

When I woke up, I was seated on the couch with a blanket on me. I looked to the side and seen Daniel fast asleep. It was only a dream, thank God.

I continued to watch the movie that was on the TV, two guys in a white room, chained up. One of them were sawing their foot off that was chained. I cringed and picked up the remote, a hand fell onto my lap, making me jump in surprise. I looked at Daniel again, wishing I hadn't. There was a plaster on his cheek, where in my 'dream' he got slashed.

"No, no, no" I whispered, taking the blanket off of Daniel. Cuts, gashes covered his bare arms and chest. I let out a choked sob, putting my fingers on his neck to try and feel a pulse.

There was none.

"No!" I cried, my vision blurring from my tears. "You're a fucking monster!! You hear me Luke? A fucking monster" I yelled throughout my dark and quiet apartment.

A gasp escaped my mouth, "James" I whispered.

Jumping up off the couch and running to my bedroom to see if James was still there. He was gone.

"James?" I yelled.

Nothing.

I fell to my knees and covered my face with my hands, crying hard and loud into them. I hate Luke. I fucking hate him.

Once I got to my feet again, I laid Daniel's body on the couch and put the blanket over him and headed for the phone, calling 911.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" A woman's voice spoke.

"M-My friend," I choked "He has been stabbed multiple times, h-he isn't br..breathing"

"Alright, keep calm Miss and we will send help right away, where is your address?"

"Willington apartments, floor three from 3D"

I hung up the phone and took deep breaths to calm myself down. I sniffed as I walked to my room, flickering the light on, the sight making me let out an ear piercing scream, Daniel's body hanging from the ceiling, making me want to throw up and cry at the same time.

I ran back into the lounge, Daniel's body was on the couch, like I had left him.

There was a knock at the door, making me sigh in relief but also cry at the same time. I opened the door and three policemen and two ambulance people stood there, pushing past me and over to Daniel's body.

"What happened Miss?" One of the police officers asked me.

Something caught my eyes from behind the officer, outside my front door stood Luke, blood covered his white top. He slowly shook his head as a warning for me not to grass on him. I wanted to tell them the truth, to get his fucking ass in prison, so you know what? I went for it.

I raised my arm and pointed to Luke, "It was him," I whispered, my voice weak from crying.

Luke's eyes widened and stood there in shock, like he had frozen, "He is an escapee from Riversfield institution" I said, suddenly growing courage.

The police officers ran over to Luke, handcuffing him and roughly throwing him up against the concrete wall. Luke kept his deadly and harsh gaze on me. He looked beyond pissed.

"Don't worry miss, we'll take this one down to the station, Officer Oakly and the doctors will be with you" The officer said, the other one dragged Luke away down the stairs.

Officer Oakly turned to me, "We will take your friend to the hospital, you need to get some rest. What is his name?" He smiled, Daniel got wheeled out of the apartment on a gurney.

"Daniel Sahyoune. Thank you officer" I weakly smiled.

"You're welcome, you can drop by in the morning when you wake up" He said before walking out of my apartment, leaving me alone.

Where the fuck is James?

I was snapped out my thoughts when a loud groan came from the bathroom, making me freeze in fear. I slowly walked to the bathroom and opened the door. James stood there, looking at himself in the mirror, with a bundle of bandages in front of him, attempting to cover a cut on his chest.

"James," I breathed in relief, running over to him and wrapping my arms tightly around him, sobbing into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me. "I'm so glad you're okay" I whispered, he hummed in response. "Daniel is getting taken into hospital, he is practically ripped apart" I said, James hummed again, in a different pitch.

I scrunched my eyebrows and looked up to him, his lips where sewn together. Making me scream out.