Red Cure (on hold)

Part 9

11:00 am

Peter is giving me driving lessons. I got up to 25 miles per hour. It was awesome, and most importantly, I didn’t crash this time. I had a little bit of difficulty with the stick shift but after I memorized the order and remembered to put in the clutch it was easy. He says I can drive again tomorrow.

7:00 pm

We haven’t found a town yet; we might end up sleeping in the car after all.

10:34 pm

I almost wish I hadn’t found the house. Sharp was looking the other way and it wasn’t quite dark enough that we absolutely needed to stop, I could have kept driving.

But unfortunately for me I’m a good guy. Sharp saw the house as I turned into the driveway but I didn’t get to see her face so I don’t know if she was disappointed or not. I wasn’t as disappointed as I thought I would be, I felt proud of myself for doing the right thing; and that kind of outweighed the disappointment of not being able to hold her all night. Ok so I’m a little disappointed, ok a lot disappointed but it’s almost less because I’m proud of myself; almost.

We got to the house and found two clean rooms, changed the sheets and blankets with some from the most organized linen closet I’ve ever seen and went to bed hours ago. The only problem is; I can’t sleep.

11:25 pm

I can’t sleep. I should be able to but my room is cold and drafty and missing one warm and handsome man. I’m shivering even as I write this. I was disappointed when Peter pulled into the driveway to the house but I didn’t show it, I wouldn’t want him to think I was too clingy.

He’s right across the hall and I’m wearing the same gray shirt I was last time. I snuck it into my messenger bag before we left and I am freezing!

12:00 am

Just after I stopped writing I heard a noise down the hall. I thought it was Peter, but it wasn’t. It was a man as tall as Peter, he was thin, almost skeletal but you knew when you looked at him he could tear you apart with his bare hands. He came into my room and I froze when I saw his dark silhouette before I launched into action. I grabbed my biggest knife (Having recovered it after the cannibals dropped it in the forest) and screamed Peter’s name at the top of my lungs. The man rushed towards me and I rolled off the bed and onto my feet on the other side. The man crawled over the bed after me as I headed for the door screaming for Peter.

I don’t like killing people and I try to avoid it when I can. It’s not as bad as killing animals because when you kill a person unless you are a serial killer or some kind of criminal it’s because they’re attacking you and they deserve it. But just the same, I didn’t want to stab the guy chasing after me if I didn’t have to, so I ran and called for Peter. They usually take off if somebody else shows up.

You don’t want to get in a fight with me because I’ll win, he would be no problem, I’d come up behind him after tripping him which would be simple since he was chasing after me, then I would sit on his back and cut his throat before he had a chance to get me off. Quick, simple, easily executed, but like I said, I don’t want to kill the guy.

I was in the hallway outside his door when Peter opened it and looked out his eyes showing no sign that he had been sleeping. I stopped beside him as the man stumbled out of my bedroom. He paused for only a second before he lunged at Peter and I dove out of the way as he pushed him against the doorframe and then onto the floor at my feet. I stayed out of Peter’s way as he they fought in the narrow hall, letting him take care of the intruder. Until I noticed something shiny in the man’s hand, and I lunged at them. I rammed my shoulder into the guy on top of Peter and bowled him over completely. Then I managed to get the knife out of his hands and way across the floor out of his reach. The man tried to get out from underneath me but I punched him in the cheekbone just under his eye causing him to loose vision in that eye and causing my hand to hurt like a semi-truck had run over it; but that was to be expected from punching bone.