His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Fifty Two: James

Disgusting.

I am disgusting. I figured out how I knew Serena, she just didn't look familiar she was familiar, my sisters best friend. They were friends, until they weren't. I never understood why their friendship ended but Lacey never found a friend as good as Serena. Of course I didn't really know her, I was just her friends brother. So not only in a matter of minutes did I allow for my dead sisters, ex friend, to try and get me off, but the minor I helped kidnap and keep against her will. I hated that I liked it, I hated that I wanted her to continue, but it was wrong, all wrong.

I dragged my hand through my hair, I was starting to feel like every step I took in this house was a mistake. I couldn't do anything right or make a choice that didn't conflict with myself in some way. Except, it was deeper than just this. My mind was flooded with thoughts.

When I woke up, my head pounded. I hadn't had too much to drink but either way, my body wasn't happy with me. I wiped my eyes and put on a fresh shirt. Slowly, I made my way down the stretch of stairs. Natural light illuminated the floor boards, the front door was swung wide open and the vision of Meme and Serena running unfolded before me.

Dalton and Blake chased after them. I jumped outside, running with them. My bare feet trampled every twig, stick, and stone as I followed. Serena tripped, allowing space for Dalton to close the gap. That's when I noticed the golf club in Daltons hands.

"No, stop!" I screamed as he raised the club over his head.

I was too far to stop him as he brought the club down. He hit Serena in the back and she was down. In a matter of seconds he had her pinned. Danny grabbed my arm and we both stopped running. He handed me a brown, glass bottle along with a small, rough rag.

"Go get Meme" he barked.

I took off, as I passed Dalton and Serena, Dalton shoved Serena's face roughly into the grass and then they were just a blur. Blake and Meme disappeared into the line of forestry. They had to be getting tired from the game of cat and mouse so it was the perfect time for me to catch up.

I slowed my pace, listening. I spun around, the trees could conceal anybody. I walked forward, quietly. Ahead I saw Blake. I walked closer.

"Psst" I whispered so he wouldn't mistake me.

"She's close" he whispered back.

He started walking to the left so I started on the right. The forest floor cut the bottom of my feet. Each step hurt but losing her would be more painful on everyone

I slowly walked more to the right. Meme pressed herself against a tree, she didn't notice me. Slowly, I opened the bottle, dousing the rag in the substance. My grip on the rag was tight as I stepped forward. She turned and finally saw me, taking off running. I grabbed onto the back off her shirt as she nearly slipped away. She swung at me, trying to avoid being captured.

I dropped the bottle and lifted her up by her hips just to slam her back down, taking a soft blow to the face in process. Already she was on her knees attempting yet again to out run me but I grabbed a handful of hair and placed the rag over her nose and mouth. She fought harder than before, knocking the rag out of my hand she flipped over and kicked me in the stomach. I dropped to my knees but grabbed her ankle and forcefully pulled her towards me. In a swift movement I grabbed the dirty rag off of the ground and shoved it into her face. She thrashed around but then became still. When I knew she was out I fell back and sat there catching my breath.

"Blake" I yelled, "I got her".

It took a bit of calling out to each other for him to finally find me. I reached for Meme but he grabbed her instead. I grabbed the cloth, the bottle, and the trace that anyone had been there was gone.

Danny paced around nervously in the distance, when we came closer, he met us. He took Meme into his arms relieved. Before he let us pass he said, "We are all going to have to talk about this".

When things settled down again, Blake, Dalton, Danny, and I all sat down to talk about what had happened. Danny dangled my keys in the air.

"Who do these belong to?" He asked angrily.

I stood up, "They're mine".

He seemed a little shocked that they were mine but then anger settled on his features again.

"How could you let this happen?" The keys shook violently.

"I don't know how they got them, I swear. I had the keys on me all night" I defended truthfully.

"That's not good enough" he slammed the keys on to the table.

He sat down, his breath coming out in puffs. We sat in silence as he rubbed his temples.

He spoke again, his tone notable softer, "This could of ruined everything. We would of done this all for nothing. We will all just have to be more careful because there can not be a next time".

I understood, Danny was just as scared as anyone.

We disbanded, Blake went to go take a nap, Danny went to check on Meme, Dalton left to do god knows what, and I made my way to Serena's room. The door was locked, as I expected it to be. I grabbed my keys from my back pocket and made my way into the room. She had propped herself against the wall in the corner of her small spaced. Her eyes were closed, her face was and contorted with pain. Tears soaked her long black eye lashes. I unlocked the cage, I knew she was awake when her eyes shut tighter. She was terrified. Scrapes marked her beautiful face. Dirt streaked one of her cheeks. I pulled the piece of tape that kept her lips together off slowly. She opened her eyes, trying to sit up more she winced in pain. Meme had fought me hard but I couldn't imagine the pain of being hit with a golf club.

With tied hands she grabbed at me.
"James, please don't let him kill me. Please. He's going to kill me" She sobbed.

"He's not going to kill you" I said, trying to soothe her.

"No, he is.  I don't want to end up like her. Please" She begged.

"Like who?" I asked, holding her tied hands.

Her eyes widened slightly and then she looked down. Tears fell onto her shirt and her breathing was stressed.

"Just please" She said one last time.

"I won't let him kill you" I promised.

She was crying so hard that she trouble catching her breath as panic set in. I should be mad at her, I should tell her that what she did was wrong, maybe even threaten her. But I didn't want to, I didn't see a need to. Instead, I pulled her into a hug in the hopes she would calm down.

I whispered soothing things to her, "it will be okay" I often repeated.

When we pulled away she asked me something I didn't think she would ask, she said, "Can you get me my prescription?".

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

She could barely get the words out and we she did they were broken up as she shook, "I'm sure. I need them".

I got up and relocked everything, setting out to grab her pills.