Blood Tears - Editing in process.

Chapter 8 - Paralysed

Once the wardrobe was emptied, Nancy turned to the dresserVickey could see her cheeks were streaked with black tears, she didn't know what to do.

She needed to get her, Nancy and the baby out of here as soon as possible, but Vickey could see the state that Nancy was in. It would be no good for the baby.

Nancy began to get slower and slower until finally she stopped completely. Vickey began to worry as Nancy looked out of the window. She began to shake, dropping her bag and turning around to Vickey.

"He's back..." the words bounced around Vickey's head as Nancy slowly sat down on the bed, leaning all her weight onto her hands as she crouched down.

Nancy's silence made Vickey realise that Nancy wasn't in the right frame of mind to run away, she was too fragile, too ill.

Vickey ran back to the door of Nancy's bedroom stopping to whisper to Nancy in the doorway, "I won't leave without you." befor e she hurried back to the room which hse had been locked in in the first place. 

Silently clicking the lock, Vickey landed back onto the bed and burried her face into the soft pillow. What was she going to do now? How would she escape? Vickey could feel tears, the wet circles on the cushion expanding to touch her cheeks.

Why had she told Nancy that she wouldn't leave her behind? Any sensible person would just go, run away and save them self, but Vickey knew that she wasn't normal, she was a murderer.

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Vickey awoke to the sound of music. Loud music that made the whole house vibrate. She could tell that it was coming from downstairs, the thudding felt like it was coming from the floor rather than the walls.

Looking out of the window Vickey realised she had slept throught the day. She must have exhausted herself from crying and fell asleep.

Vickey swung her legs over the side of the bed, her head filled with the music which pounded inside her skull, and ran her fingers through her hair. The sun had gone down and there was music... Suddenly Vickey's eyes came into focus as she remembered what Nancy had told her earlier.

Rushing to stand up, Vickey's head span and she fell to the floor just as she heard the door creaking open. Vickey knew who it was even without the voice which came after the door was fully open. Brendan. 

"What are you doing down there sweetheart?" His voice had an errily cheerful ring to it which sent shivers down Vickey's spine.His hand wrapped around Vickey's arm dragging her up from the flor and sitting her back on the bed.

Vickey's head spun and her eyes blurred, she must have banged her head on something on the floor as her head felt much worse than just a headache. Managing to see the room, Vickey realised that Brendan was not alone.

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The unkown figure raised a shadowy arm towards the wall and hit the light swith leaving Vikey's eyes blind until her eyes had adjusted.

By the time that they, the figure had tranformed into the shape of a well built man, almost handsome to Vickey's eyes.

Brendan lent down to Vickey's face, "Vickey, this is Owen. Owen," Brendan turned to Owen, "This is Vickey..." His last words sounded much more vicious, almost implying that he despised her with every bone in his body.

However, as he left, he whispered something in Owen's ear with an expression that actually looked like a genuine smile. Brendans hand dispeared in front of Owen's chest and the delved into his own pocket as he walked from the room.

"Have fun..." Brendan chuckled with out even turning to look at Vickey's face. Owen turned to Vickey, his face was expressionless, his deep, hazel eyes looked dark and empty.

Vickey began to move back on the bed, her hands were suddenly shaking as Owen made his way towards her. His hands reached for Vickey' shoulders, rough, masculine hands with muscular arms which lead up to broad shoulders.

Vickey felt the force of his grip fling her back on the bed, felt the strength in his arms as he held her to the matress. Vickey closed her eyes, waiting, willing the horror to be over.

She could feel tears stream down her face, but didn't dare open her eyes. She needed to fight back but something wouldn't let her. She felt paralysed as her blood contiued pounding against her ears. It would all be over soon.