Psycho

Everything you love

I dont know how much time has passed till Mason walked inside room again. For a few seconds he just stood there on the doors watching me in shock than run towards me and moved hair from my face. Carefully studied my face and prop me up so my head is resting on his chest.
The way his soft hands felt on my skin while slowly making circles used to calm me but now i just want to rip off every inch of my skin that they touched. I so badly wanted to push him, to scream at him, but lack of air making my body weak.
I decided to focus firstly on my breathing and when i get better i will figure out the way to trick him and run away. 

"Baby, just breath, slow breaths, everything is all right."

It took me some time to catch my breath properly and as soon as i had straight i moved away from him, standing up. He mimicked my actions. His hands still ready to catch me if i stumble. 

"Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?"

I want you to leave me alone, i want to go home, i want to have Charlie with me here, i want this to be just a bad dream.

"Charlie.."

I wanted to ask him if he is alive, maybe some miracle saved him, but i just couldnt, i couldnt ask him if he is dead, i couldnt say Charlie and dead in the same sentence. 
He didnt say anything about him, just his face fell and for a minute it was just a silence in the room.
That silence hurts so much.
 All of my hopes disappeared  in that one minute. 
But open doors got my attention and i took a chance while he is avoiding my gaze to run, run as fast as i could, rush of adrenaline hit me and i found myself running down the stairs, cursing myself cause i forgot to slam doors behind me and buy myself some time.
I could hear him running after me and screaming my name, telling me to stop, but i was just repeating in my head not to turn around i will just freak out if i see that he is so close to me, avoiding all doors till i got at the bottom of the steps.
Big doors stood in front of me.
This is it, i just need to went trough them and it would be easy later. Outside is so many things that i could use to block his way, and so many places where i could hide. Without too much thinking i reached for a door knob.
I couldnt help but smile, i will be free, psycho Mason will be arrested and i wouldnt have to see him ever again. 
I turned the door knob but the doors wouldnt open. I did it again, and again, and again, nothing...
He locked them, he thought about this. 

"Gaby, hey, listen to me. You cant get out yet. Lets get you back in your room."

I could hear him running down the stairs. I could hear anger in his voice but he tries to cover it with caring voice. 
Where could the keys bee? He probably keeps them with him. I am not strong enough to burst through the doors. My feet carried me in the next room. Same strong smell of fresh paint was the first thing that i noticed. Lots of nice furniture placed around with perfect way. I went all the way to the opposite wall from the doors. In my head i was planing how i will trick him but as he stepped in the room i forgot everything. Adrenaline still hitting hard, i could hear my hart beating in my ears, my whole boys is shaking and i cant stay in one spot, i am constantly switching all my body weight on one leg than other, my hands moving hair from my face and grabbing onto the furniture. 

"Gaby, it is still not right time for you to see the rest of the house. It will be too much for you. Come on let me take you up stairs, i want to show you everything in you room, to show you what i bought for you."

He started walking in my direction but i keep going behind other furniture, i know that with ease he will be able to jump over this couch or that small coffee table but for some reason in that moment i felt at last a bit safer and distanced from him. 
He continued with his deep voice telling me to not be scar of him, that i will be happy here. 
On a coffee table stood such a nice glass vase holding my favorite coral roses. I took the vase and throw it at his direction, he managed to cover his face with arms and vase broke into so many peaces as soon as it get in touch with his skin, leaving lots of small cuts all over his arms. Blood slowly leaving the wounds. 
Roses petals flying all over where he stood and who would ever think that i would be more sad about roses than wounded person. 
I took my chance again and rushed in other room.
Kitchen..
Perfect. 
All of the windows have the same jail bars that the room i was in have. So no escaping that way. 
I firmly grabbed a knife from blade stand. 
Masons voice echoing through house. He is definitely angry.   Maybe i managed to piss him off enough for him to hurt me. Maybe he will do the same to me as he did to Charlie. At this time i would love that, more than anything. 
When he appeared in kitchen he definitely looked like mad man. His hair going in all the directions, his gorgeous green eyes changed in darker green, his eyebrows furrowed, blood dripping from wounds, heavy breathing, my favorite shirt of his twisted and covered with small blood stains, his knuckles white form too much  clenching his fists. 
I raised the knife and just like that his face changed. 

"Baby, you dont need that, you will hurt yourself, we dont want that, please listen to me and place it down."

He talked to me like i am a baby. But i am still holding onto it and i am not having intentions to let go of it any time soon.
Today one of us is going to get hurt. Today this knife is going to give so much pain.