Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 10

~Chris's P.O.V.~

I had just woken up from my little nap. Only to be stuck with the fact that my foster parents were still locked up in the basement next door.

It was around 5 o'clock and King was still asleep. So, I slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her. Then, I quickly put on my shoes, got my things, and went next door.

Everything was so quiet. Not an item out of place. My breathing being the only sound to bounce through my ears brought me peace. I could finally walk through such an evil house with an ounce of safety and security.

Walking down the stairs, to where I'd tied and confined my demons, made me feel as if I held a virus captive. I felt in control. Like I had the power to do anything.

My pride and will power were high... Until I reached the last step.

All of my delight diminished and my world had shattered into itty-bitty pieces. The cage was wide open and empty. The table I had Alice strapped to, abandoned.

My breath started to pick up and my head began to throb.

How did this happen? How did they get out?

I made sure to keep the keys to everything far out of their reach. There was nothing near them that could've helped them escape!

My chest began to heave as I grew light-headed once again. My body started to convulse. Hands shakey and breath sharp. I was losing the sense of my surroundings. But the anger overpowered the pain.

My monsters were free. And no matter how much pain I was in, no matter how bad my muscles ached, or my healing side burned, I would never forget the fact that I had failed to keep my demons locked away. That I had let the virus loose.

Everything felt hot. The scabbing cuts along my arms tearing themselves back open. Blood dripped to the floor, slamming into the ground and bouncing up to spread upon the surface around it. The slight draft flowing through the basement dancing along the open wounds. Pecking at the newborn goosebumps that rose to the surface of the vulnerable flesh.

And yet, I couldn't help but go to the nearest steel table and swipe all of its contents onto the floor. My frustration was taking over and my body had taken enough pain. One minute I was slamming the table against the nearest wall. And the next, I was on the ground trying to keep my eyes open. But, as we all know, I failed and my body gave in.

You need to rest.

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I was outside on a beautiful starry night. The wind blew through my hair with ease, but it was different. I was running.

I felt the dirt beneath my feet. The sensation of each little grain dancing between my toes. I could hear everything. The snores of the red cardinal beauties in their nests; the sneaky little squirrels playing in the moon-light. I could feel the stares of the night watching Owls, determining whether I was friend or foe. Everything was just so calm.

I could see a pond nearby. I wanted to rest my legs and get a quick drink.

The moon was shining beautifully on the water. There were small, transparent fish swimming freely and little frogs playing on lily pads.

Just as I went to take a drink, I heard the sound of a twig braking behind me. With a quickness, I turn-around. Standing in front of me was a-... Man?

Woman?

They were pointing a gun at me. Dressed in all black, from head to toe. It was a little too dark to tell the specifics of the type of gun they held. Though, I could tell it wasn't big. A pistol?

Before I could say or do anything they fired. And everything went black...

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My eyes shot open and my body jumped. I was breathing heavy, trying to piece together what the hell had just happened. Only to remember that I had bigger problems in the real world. I needed to get the hell out of this house.

Running up the two different flights of stairs and into my bedroom (cautiously, of course) I quickly packed my suitcase with a few clothes, an extra pair of shoes, and the hidden cash I was saving in hopes of getting the hell out of here. When done in my room, I went to check in Alice and Carl's room.

At this point I realized that they obviously weren't in the house. But their cars were still outside...

Searching through their drawers was a bust. My next stop was under the bed. Reaching under it I pulled out a tub. It was a grey tub with a white top. When I opened the tub, I was faced with tapes. VHS tapes. They all had names on them. Names like "Chrissy's Prayers" or "Fun-time with Chris + Daddy".

I took a few, mainly those that had my name on them, and continued my search of their bedroom. Walking into the closet beside the bed, I almost lost my mind. One side contained rosaries, a multitude of bibles, holy water, incense, and oils. While the other held whips, chains, dildos, lubes, butt plugs, paddles. The list goes on.

What type of nasty, sadistic, fuck shit was this?

The small chuckle that left my lips couldn't be helped. It was funny to me. How people claimed to be so fucking religious. Yet, with the same utmost audacity, allowed their bibles to rest upon a sex swing.

I ran out of the closet, only to trip on a cord. But I hadn't noticed this cord before. I followed it behind the TV, where there was a camera set up. It was positioned in a weird way. As if to be kept secret. The positioning was so perfect, there was no doubt in it's ability to catch everything that happened from the window, to the opposing wall.

Upon further inspection, a flash catches my eye. There was a tiny red light blinking on the side. That could only mean one thing...

It's still on!

The quickness to which I searched for any signs of the connected VCR could never be matched. Down in the cabinet below the TV lay an old VCR in all of it's dirty, dull plastic glory. The blue digital text 'Recording... 24:56:35-' sliding across the screen.

I jump with joy, fist pumping the air in victory.

I finally have proof that can put those assholes away for a while if they ever tried to come after me!

You may not have to run after all...

I cut off the camera and stop the VCR, rewinding the tape back to the beginning before removing the tape and shoving it into my bag.

Quickly finishing my search of the room, I find a Godsend. A prepped duffle bag under the floorboards in the back of the bathroom closet. The bag full to the brim with little black sacks. Each sack containing four to eight thick bundles of blue bills. Tucked into the side was an unsealed envelope with six passports inside. Two each for Alison and Carl, each with different names and dates of birth.

And...two for me...?

I shoved the envelope back into bag, pushing it far into the bottom of the. Grabbing the duffle, as well as my own little suitcase, and ran back next door. My footsteps as quiet as possible. I slid the bags into the front hall closet and tiptoed back to Kings room. Pulling off the unnecessary clothing and sliding into bed.

As soon as my head hit the pillows, King's arm wrapped around me. She snatched me over, her free hand tangling itself within my hair as she pulled me into her chest. She took a deep inhale of the top of my head and followed it up with a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Mia Principessa," She rasped, her voice deep and thick with sleep. "where did you go?"

My bottom lip found its way between my teeth. It was growing hot and I couldn't help the building urge to rub my thighs together.

"I-I was thirsty.. So, I went downstairs for something to drink.." I mumble.

"Hmm" Was all I got in return. I let my breathing match King's, allowing everything around me to grow darker and darker.