Wicked Ways

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 "Get up."

I rolled over, shoving my face in a pillow while mumbling something about refrigerators. 

Okay, something crazy happened last night. He didn't do anything. He had, surprisingly, took me to sleep in one of the larger bedrooms and didn't even get into the bed with me. 

Unsurprisingly and a bit creepy, he had sat in a rocking chair in the far side of the room, forcing me to sleep and he stayed there all night.

"Wake up" the annoying voice said.

"Go away" I groaned, waving my hand in the air absentmindedly. I registered a few noises that sounded suspiciously like police sirens.

"Get. The fuck. Up" he growled out. I was completely prepared to ignore him again when I felt it. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of my head, its coolness sinking into my roots. My eyes shot open and I sat up quick. 

Dean hovering over me shirtless, his chiseled frame glistened with water from the shower I'm assuming he just took.

"Stand up" he said aiming the gun right in between my eyes.  I stood up quickly, not liking the wave of dizziness it brought on. "What's going on?" I said still a little sleepily, rubbing my eyes. 

"Just shut up and let's go" he said, grabbing my forearm quite painfully and dragging me down the stairs, towards the back door. I wanted to brake free of his vise grip and run to the place the police sirens were coming from but, who here was holding the gun? Not me, that's for sure.

Dean opened and shut the back door quietly as he lead us passed the small backyard towards the fence. By the way the sun was positioned in the sky I would guess its a little after one or two o'clock. On the other side was a small alley way between houses that let to a small neighborhood park. Right on the other side of that park was a forest. I really hoped that wasn't where we were going.

He looked at me expectantly for a couple of seconds before I realized he wanted me to jump the fence. I looked down at what I was wearing, only to remember I was still in my party clothes. The party that felt like forever since ago.

"Go, now" he growled out, pushing the gun against my back painfully. I tentatively put a hand on the fence in front of me before doing the same with the other hand. I placed a booted foot into one of the diamond shaped rings and began climbing as fast as I could, afraid that if I slowed down he would shoot. I jumped over to the other side, the skirt of my dress flying up in the air.

Let's just take a minute to thank whoever's watching that I wore small shorts under this.

Dean looked pleased and tucked the gun into the waistband of his jeans before he began scaling the fence. I quickly weighed my options, I could either sit here and let him take me to who knows where and do who knows what with me or, I could run while the guns put away and possibly reach the police. Looking between the gun in his waistband and the open alleyway my choice was obvious.

I ran.

"Get back here!" he yelled. I was putting my all into running with these heeled boots on and jumping over street trash. I heard a grunt and then heavy footsteps behind me. I was almost to the side of the alley that led to the front of the house, where the police lights reflected off the walls when I was tackled to the floor. Quite painfully might I add.   

"Hel-" my screams were muffled by his large had and any attempt to escape was futile. I was still screaming behind his hand, hoping to be heard by one of the police officers when the gun was back at my head.