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Chapter Twenty Four // Well I Definitely Didn't See That Coming

"Night," I whispered into his ear. I yawned. All that dancing and having fun wore me out. I don't remember when, but I fell asleep.

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I barely opened my eyes. I was so tired, but someone was lifting me out of the car. My whole body went limp as soon as i was out of the car and just dangling in their arms. I couldn't tell who it was; my eyes couldn't open any wider.

"Just close your eyes," a rough voice came out of my carrier's mouth. I did exactly what they said. Not even giving it a second thought because by then I was passed out once again.

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I kept my eyes shut as I stretched. Wow, my back hurt. Like a lot. After I yawned, I opened my eyes. Only to be surprised by the far too familiar surroundings.

No. It couldn't be. I have to be dreaming.

I was back in the room John called mine back in the cabin.

My eyes and throat started to burn as I held back my tears. I had to keep them in if I ever wanted to get out. I had to be strong. There wasn't any noise in the house, none that I could hear, so I stood up and creeped over to the door.

Creek. I instantly stopped pulling on the door. He can't hear me. After a moment, I returned to opening the door slowly. Once it was wide enough, I put my head outside of it to see if he was close.

I looked left, nothing. I looked -

"Nice to see you're awake," John smirked from beside the door.

All my anger came out at once. "YOU," I screamed and threw myself on him.

I punched and kicked, but I was still too weak and ended up being pinned against the wall.

He laughed maniacally. "I see you haven't been working out with those boyfriends of yours," he smiled.

I just stared back at him. If I had never been through this, I would've assumed he was a normal guy based on his looks, but now I know who he truly is. "A monster." It slipped out. I didn't mean to say it, but I pretended I did. I clenched my teeth together and continued on. "A pathetic, jealous monster. That's all you are. You're scum." With that, I flung my knee up and hit him right in the crotch. He let go and fell to the ground.

"God, that hurt!" he yelled up at me.

I looked down at him in pain. "Good," I said and started running.

I ran down the hall and had to decide which way to go: left or right. I didn't have much time to think so I quickly turned left, hoping the door was this way.

Thankfully, it was. I sprinted to it and grabbed the handle. It was locked. I looked up and down the door. It was covered in different locks. Great. Immediately, I started undoing all of them. As I was down to the last one, I heard John's steps getting closer. He'd be here in a few seconds. I got them both unlocked and flung the door open.

I started sprinting down the gravel road we'd driven down on the day John killed Max and ultimately my mom. I put every bit of energy I had into getting down that road.

Apparently it wasn't enough because the next thing I know I'm being tackled by John. I was laying with my face to my ground before he turned me over. He was sitting on top of me; a cold, malicious look in his eyes. Tears started pouring out of my eyes. "Help!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. His handflew to my mouth.

"Shut up!" he yelled back. "Shut up, you stupid brat!" He was breathing heavily, so was I, but his was out of frustration.

He took his hand off my mouth. "I hate you," I managed to say.

Now he was crying. This was really odd. A grown man was sitting on top of me crying his eyes out after he just screamed at me. This is not the normal John.

"You look like your mom," he whispered. I yanked my arm out from under him and slapped him across the face.

He looked shocked. "You don't get to say that and cry over her," I whimper. "Youu're the one who killed her. It's all your fault!"

His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped. Then his body fell over onto the road while he cried. I didn't realize I could get up until a few seconds later.

I got up and turned to start running but he yelled at me. "I'm sorry," he began to cry. "I'm so sorry."

I couldn't help, but feel bad for him so I turned back around and walked over the him. Why was I doing this? He had never shown mercy to me, so why was I showing it to him? He was a monster who didn't deserve it, but something inside me told me it was the right thing to do.

I picked him up. "Get it together," I said harshly. He wiped his eyes.

He looked at me confused. "Why?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "This is what my mom would've done." He smiled at me.

"I knew you were like her," his smile went from thankful to evil in 0.2 seconds. He shoved a blue cloth over my mouth.

I knew it was a bad idea, but I still wet with it. He knew I'd come back. He knew and he had a plan. No one ever got in the way of him and his plans either.

Black spots appeared in the sky. More and more appeared every second. Soon it was pitch black and I was no longer concious.