He is a Psycho

chapter 13- Elliot and Blaire together

Psychopaths may have an empathy switch.

"No, I am not!" He screeched.

I whimpered and tucked my hand underneath my arm.

"I do not know why you always do this! We take a step forward in our relationship and then you have to go and make it difficult and we took five freaking steps back!"

"It's extremely hard for me to just 'like you' you killed my friends, my family, I have lost everything from you and gained nothing but a monster," I spat as my eyes narrowed. His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. But I am standing my ground. I got up and marched over to him. His rough calloused hand snaked under my chin and harshly and forcefully lifted my chin up to stare at him, his eyes glistened.

"I may be what you say I am, but if I am what you say I am, then I am your monster, Blaire"

Just then five trillion shivers crawled up and down my back, and his lips fell onto mine. I made no movement, I was in shock. 'Then I am your monster, Blaire' My hand fell on his chest and he grabbed it and held it above my head, I tried moving my face but his other hand held my face. I just shut my eyes and kicked him in the crotch. He did not do what I had expected him to do 'He would topple over I would kick him in the gut grab his keys and get the hell out of here.' Nope, that surely did not go as planned. His face held pain and then he grabbed my arm.

"I am freaking tired of your childish act, it is time. I thought I would wait until you were well behaved but whatever. You will be living with me, I will watch everything you do, you will be with me at all times, no privacy. You want to act like a child you will be treated like one,"

I stayed silent.

"Blaire you are fourteen! Start acting like it stop acting like a child, I will treat you like a child if you want to act like one." My grandmother fussed at me.

"Fine, fine, fine," I groaned as I helped her clean up the house for her annual Thanksgiving party,"

"Blaire, let's go, we have things to attend to," Elliot said as he held my hand. I just let him, I have begun losing hope of escaping, would anyone really know I was missing. Probably not. Everyone that cares for me.

WENDY POV

"Have you seen this girl?" I held up a picture of Blaire to a stranger. Their eyes wandered over the photo and then they shook their head. "Okay thank you," I sighed. I had a picture of Blaire, the whole school is searching for her. Ms. Jones has become dedicated to finding her, I think she sees Blaire as her own daughter in a way. It is so strange, Blaire's room had been left like she was coming back, nothing is out of place nothing has been taken but she is gone. Her familiar smell of Christian Dior perfume was gone. I walked back to her apartment and sat on her bed. I walked to her windowsill and stared at Elliot's house a chair was placed right in front of her window. I sat down and watched outside. Nothing seemed off.

ELLIOT POV

I grabbed Blaire's hand and led her upstairs to my room. It was late and I was tired. I am sure she was too. I must admit I am thrilled, ecstatic, and overwhelmed with joy that she is staying in my room now. I mean it is not like she had much choice but it benefits me so.

"Elliot, I am tired," She stated as she yawned.

"Okay, I am taking you to bed," I yawned in response.

Just then it was not much movement but her fingers held mine tightly and I was swarming with excitement She yawned again and then she spoke. "I am so so tired Elliot," her fingers began slipping, my fingers grabbed her and she was feeling heavier and heavier. She really was tired. I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to my bed.

BLAIRE POV

I mean yes I am tired, but this is all a facade. I keep thinking about my friends. I have to keep trying to escape the madman. His hands wrapped around my waist and I cringed at the mere touch. I wanted to cry forever, but I do not have time for tears. I wiggled out of his grasp and got out of the bed. He was fast asleep. I walked towards the door, unlocked, CHA-CHING! Yes! I silently tiptoed out of the room and walked down flights of metal cold stairs.

My feet padded against the carpet of a certain hallway which led to the exit. Idiot left his key in the door. Good news for me... I unlocked the door, and nothing happened, I touched the knob, and nothing happened, I opened the door a crack and nothing happened. I kept opening the door, but my heart was pattering it felt like it was going to explode out of my chest, just as the door opened the cold night air surrounded me. I was being pulled toward it, with one last look at my hell, I began running.

ELLIOT POV

My freaking phone woke me up. I was resting peacefully with my Blaire until my dang phone started buzzing uncontrollably, I flipped the screen over and saw messages that the front door had been unlocked and opened. I quickly hopped up and Blaire was nowhere in sight.

Oh, when I get my hands on her... she will never even remember what the daylight even feels like.