Hostage or Captive

Chapter 12

My breathing was getting shallower the farther I ran. A cackling laughter following me.

"Come on Sky! You cant outrun me, you've never been able to before!" She cackled making me push my legs harder, but instead I fell. Before I could even get up again she was towering over me, pulling me towards her by my hair, making me cry out in pain.

"Now now Sky!" she tsked, "I thought you'd last a little longer". Pushing me back on the ground laughing. When I tried to get away her whip lashed out at me wrapping it around my neck. Taking her knife from her belt she crouched down beside me pressing the knife against my face, I didn't dare move. She pressed it against my skin harder cutting my cheek.

"You're not even fighting back" she growled, 

"Pathetic bitch" she screamed before cutting my throat open. I fell to the ground looking up at Isabelle only to  see her laughing. She slowly faded from view the darkness creeping in. I tried to fight it but to no avail.

I sat up panting, reaching for my neck. All though there was no blood I could still feel the pain from Isabelle's blade.

"It's not real, not real" I murmured to myself, trying to control my breathing. This was the second time Isabelle had killed me. Climbing out of the bed I looked around trying to find what time it was. The clock against the wall read 8, hoping it meant am. When I walked to the bathroom I looked into the mirror cringing at what I saw. Pulling my hair out of the pony tail I grabbed a brush. My brushing caused the brown curls to poof out. Making sure that I had a towel I hopped in the shower.

In the shower the only thing that came to mind was Jonathan. Why had he kissed me. Would he hurt me for pushing him away? What did he mean not like others? Will I ever get to go home? Unable to answer any of these question I just stood under the shower head, getting out when the water became cold. Wrapping myself in a towel I padded out the bathroom heading towards the closet. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that I realized I wasn't alone. 

After my scream of surprise at his presence I glared at him. Not wanting to face him wrapped only in a towel I turned away from him walking back towards the closet shutting the door behind me. When I was finally dressed I walked out of the closet keeping my distance. I looked at him waiting for him to say something all the while avoiding his eyes. After a minute of silence he finally spoke,

"Breakfast is in the kitchen." still not meeting his gaze I replied,

"I'll follow you" after a moment, he quickly turned and stalked out the door. As he walked quickly down the hallways I practically had to run to catch up to him, though at the first turn I tripped, falling to the ground. Knowing that he'd already be out of view I just sat there my head in my hands.

"Aren't you going to get up?" I heard him ask. Glancing up I saw him standing in front of me hand outstretched. Accepting his help I gave him a confused look,

"I thought you'd left" I stated. He just smirked,

"If I were just going to leave you, I'd never would have bothered to fetch you" immediately after he said that he turned around walking back towards the kitchen, though now at a much more reasonable pace.

By the time we reached the kitchen I had memorized the route from my room. Left, right, straight, right, straight. Repeating the directions in my head it wasn't until I was sitting at the table that I realized what he had made. On the table was the works eggs, bacon, sausage, hash-browns, toast. It looked like enough food for ten. 

Jonathan had taken his seat and gestured for me to grab some food. After we both had gotten our food we ate in silence. At some point during our eating I got out of my chair to refill my  water and when I turned away from the sink I saw that he was no longer at the table and was instead right in front of me.