Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Thirty Eight

I changed the book cover if anyone is confused !! I don't know if I like it, I might change it back...

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After finding out Naomi was murdered then going to the police station to listen to the debrief of the psycho who killed my parents, it was very easy to fall asleep. This day has been one of the worst in a long time but at least I know we are a step closer to finding this guy. With the comfort that the team is still in the office combing over the case, I fell asleep in my bed.

I was asleep for a couple hours I thought, as I looked over at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It was around 10 o'clock and my body just couldn't sleep anymore. I groaned as I stuffed my pillow over my face, I knew my body wanted to go back to sleep but I sat up in bed trying to wake myself up.

Just then the door to my bedroom opened and I immediately started smiling wanting to see Jaxton. "You home already Jax?" I ask him as the door slowly opened wider.

With the light shining from the hallway I realized that this guy wasn't Jaxton. As he got closer I noticed he had a gun in his hand and was wearing a black mask over his face. This is the guy who killed my parents I realized almost immediately.

Fear instantly spread through my body and I was about to scream when the man in front of me quickly lifted up the gun he was holding and pulled the trigger. And as the man walked towards me, everything turned to blackness.

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I came back into consciousness sitting in a chair in a dark room with one flickering light near a door in front of me. I tried to stand then realized my hands and legs were tied to the chair. Then everything came back to me and I remembered that I was shot by my parent's murderer.

I then felt a throbbing pain in my shoulder and looked down to find a bandage wrapped around it. Around the room I am in was a couch and chair on one wall and a small table on the other that just had a few papers on it that I couldn't see.

It was cold in the room and I could feel goosebumps rising up my legs and arms, at least it distracted me from my throbbing shoulder. I sat examining the room some more and I was dreading the meeting with the guy who kidnapped me. I sold him out to the FBI and now he wants revenge. 

What felt like a couple seconds was really five minutes before the door to the room opened. In walked the guy that kidnapped me, still with the same black mask over his face. He wore a plain white t-shirt that was a little dirty and a pair of dark jeans.

"Who are you?" I said with my dry throat burning. But as soon as I said that I realized that the man had a whip in his hands and I froze. I remember the day my parent's were whipped right in front of me, all I could see was pain on their faces.

"Don't talk to me unless I ask you to speak." He ordered me. His voice sounded normal, but I definitely recognized it from somewhere I just couldn't pinpoint where I heard it.

I didn't care that the man asked me to not speak, I knew that he had a specific plan and that if he wanted to kill me he'd kill me or if he wanted me to suffer he would make me suffer. This guy already knows what he is going to do with me and nothing I say will change that.

So I spoke up, "Why'd you kidnap me?" I asked as I looked into his dull brown eyes, but his eyes didn't stray from mine. He knew he had all the power right now and he's making sure I feel like he does.

"Shut up." He simply responded as he walked closer to me, the whip swinging in the air at his side.

"If you're going to kill me you would've done it already." I stated and I knew I was right. The debrief I listened to in the police station has helped me figure this guy out.