CHAOTIC

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Chapter 2:

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

And the words tumble out of Caleb's mouth before he can even stop himself really.

And she has the nerve to laugh. It's one of those bone chilling chuckles that are far too menacing to be classified as a laugh. "So you can speak." She says with a twisted smirk on her face. "I thought you were mute."

He never really wondered what had happened to Jill after Riverfield shut down. Probably because he doesn't remember most things after he escaped that place. With the lack of anti-psychotics in his system, I was hard to tell what was real and what wasn't.

She must've been out of a job but he never really wondered where she went or even why she had been one of the members of staff at Riverfield that had tortured him along with Marcus. Maybe he should've given it more thought. He certainly has no idea why she is visiting now.

When Caleb fails to reply, Jill (if that's even her real name) steps further into the room, not seeming to be scared or even slightly intimidated by him at all.

He remembers vaguely that she used to be scared of him. Much like other staff members and nurses that would visit to give him his medication. Jill must've been a very good actor.

But it could also be the fact that he is cuffed to the leg of his bed which is a difficult thing to be intimidated by. So Caleb stands to try and appear as threatening as he can as he glares at her.

"Even as you were being tortured to the brink of death in the basement of a mental hospital, you never uttered a single word." Jill taunts, walking closer.

She's only about a couple of feet away from Caleb and he frowns at her. He shifts his gaze from her to the camera in the far corner of his room.

She follows his gaze up to the camera and smirks again. "Oh don't worry, those camera's don't record audio. Thank god for that eh?"

He doesn't reply again and Jill continues. "Do you remember all that fun we had with electricity?"

Caleb grits his teeth down so hard that he's pretty sure he's doing some damage there. He tries ever so hard not to think of those times back at the sanatorium when they would torture him relentlessly. There were so many times when he thought they'd just show him mercy and let him die. But they never did.

"Don't get me wrong, the fire was fun too. But the electricity is what really did it for me. Seeing you pass out Every. Single. Time. made me so...happy." She explains cynically with a twisted smile at the end.

Who knew that a sweet old nurse could be this psychotic.

Caleb exhales loudly and balls his hands up into fists, taking an angry step towards her. "Ah, careful. I pretty much kept you sane the whole time by providing your medicine. You should be thanking me."

Caleb's jaw ticks and Jill smiles knowing she's able to torture him on a non-physical way. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

Again, he doesn't reply.

"Ah, I understand. Your mutism is selective." She says as if she's only just come to realise. "You seem to have no trouble speaking to that girl, Lexi."

He physically flinches at the mention of her name coming from Jill. What does she know about Alexa? How does she know he has spoken to her? Does she know Alexa personally? And Jill shrugs. "Marcus told me all about your little situation at his barn house."

He doesn't question her. It would show too much interest and that's the one thing Jill can't know that about him.

"Anyway, I'm here because Marcus told me to send you a message." Jill explains.

Caleb had wondered what had happened to Marcus after everything that happened. He was hoping the bastard was dead somehow when Alexa went to him. But he knew that Alexa's heart was too pure for cold blooded murder and he wouldn't wish that on her anyway. Something like that would ruin her.

The alternative of course was that he was taken in by the police but that clearly was not the case. The police had told him that night that there wasn't even a Marcus Riverfield or Marcus Castillo in their database. So technically he didn't exist and they didn't have him in custody.

So he was on the run as is obvious by Jill being here. "He told me to tell you that he's not finished with you. With my help, we're going to break you out of here. Not free to go wherever of course. But you'll be out of this prison." She says to him enthusiastically, as if this place is worse than going with them.

"Don't worry, we'll take great care of you when you're out." She ensures. "Oh and one more thing. He wanted me to show you this just in case you don't cooperate."

She pulls out her phone and faces it towards him.

On it is a video of Alexa, sleeping. His heart warms at the mere sight. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. He hasn't seen her in two whole moths and the footage just makes his heart flip not that he'd ever admit it.

It all shatters when a hand comes up to stroke her cheek gently and Caleb comes to realise that it's Marcus and Alexa is just blissfully unaware.

He writhes in anger and fear all mixed together as his eyes snap back to Jill who smirks again. He tries to take a step forward but fails to do so with the cuff around his leg. "That's how easy it is for us to kill her. So you better co operate." She warns seriously as all signs of smile and laughter wears off her wrinkled face.

"Hug me." Jill says stepping closer. "And smile. I told them I'm your aunt and I'll be visiting again soon."

Caleb freezes. There's video proof of how close Marcus is to Alexa. He has to do what he's told or they'll kill her.

So he reluctantly holds his arm out and Jill steps in further to hug him. He doesn't hug back, nor does he smile but it seems to be good enough for Jill as she quickly whispers. "I'll be in touch, Mr Castillo." And walks out of his room.

His guard comes in to uncuff him and leaves just as quick and he's left alone in his room where he can suddenly hear his heart beating so much faster and louder than normal.

Caleb paces and paces and paces until he can't take it anymore and punches a hole in the wall with his bare fist.

He slides down the wall so he's sitting in the floor and holds his head in his bloody hands.

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