I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

chapter 18

He led me to a small blue Sudan, then opened the passenger seat inviting me in. I gladly smiled and sat in the seat. He went to the driver's side of the car and began to drive.

Once we had reached a stopping point I realized that he had taken me back to my house. I looked at him with curiosity, he wouldn't, he couldn't why would he. I took a deep shaky breath and spoke.

"You're letting me go?" He smiled slightly.

"I don't think so. You see I cant trust too easy. Not even my friends. Everyone lies. How do I know you won't keep quiet about me. How do I know you really want to be my friend, and what if you just want to leave me. If you left me I would feel lost, and alone, but mostly I would feel betrayed. "

"Oh." I sat back in my chair. There was an awkward silence. "Just out of curiosity, why did you bring me here?" He opened his bag and showed me the contents, There was a knife, a hammer, a paint brush, gloves, and a few other things. There was a sinking feeling in your gut. What exactly did he want me or us to do? You had a few ideas but you hoped you were wrong. He grabbed my hand.

"I'll be here for you, it's okay, you'll feel better after it done." I slowly nodded feeling scared. I held his cold hand tightly. Thinking I knew what he wanted but hoping that I was wrong. Then we both began to walk towards the building I called home. I opened the door. I didn't want to murder my only living relative, but I knew I had no choice, after all, he was my captor, I wasn't exactly thinking of him as a captor or a bad person anymore. He and I had an understanding of things, and he was kind. I could tell that he has gone through some bad shit, and I respected him for that. He is still my captor I thought to remind me of how he wouldn't let me go. I looked at him and we started towards the small building I was raised in.

I opened the door "Mom I'm home." She was in the main room watching TV. She looked like a mess. She was sitting on the couch in some pjs. There were tissues surrounding her. She looked like she hadn't eaten anything or slept in a while. A group of tissues surrounded her and you could tell she had been crying recently. pictures of both me and my father sat close to her. The pictures of my father brought a forgotten anger back into my mind. She looked at me. Her eyes welled with tears and she smiled at me, running to hug me. She held me tightly and I felt safe. I knew this moment of security wouldn't last long though, anger still boiled inside me and the thought of what I had to do soon lingered in my mind. Helen walked in through the open door and stood there watching He was wearing a white mask that covered his entire face, where a mouth would be was a smile painted in dripping blood on it. My mom took notice of this invasion and backed up.

"Who-who are you?" He pulled his mask off his face and placed it over his hear doing a slight bow.

"Why, I am the Bloody Painter." Her face filled with terror. I could tell that she recognized the name.