Chapter 8: The question

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"Guess." He whispered. I didn't anything, "seriously. I wanna know what exactly you think I'm guilty of." I take a deep breath to calm myself a little.
"I don't know that you are guilty of anything. All I know is that you said you are a sick person. So, you tell me."
"Interesting...you see, you must have forgot again. I. MAKE. THE. RULES! And I asked y-." He said stabbing me with the gun harder making me panic.
"Murder." I say, cutting him off. He stepped back and stared at me for a moment. He started laughing.
"Really...you think I like to kill people?"
"You have a gun." I said.
"I just use it to make people do what I want. But that doesn't mean I won't shoot you. Have I killed people? Yes. With a gun? No."
   I was trying to keep myself calm but the more he said, the more scared and panicked I got. I just kept wondering what Jake was thinking. Will he come looking for me? Will he think I blew him off? Then I thought about the question I never asked him.
"How do you know everything about me...and who I'm meeting?"
"Oh." He said, "And here I thought you were gonna let that go. Smart. I've done my research on you,...Jessica." He said, smiling. My heart dropped when I heard him call me by name. What the hell is going on, and who is this?
"How do you know my name?"
"I told you, Jessica, I've done my research. I know everything about you, and yes, everything about who your meeting. Oh, what's his name again? Oh yeah, Jake. Jake is not the person you think he is Jessica." Damnit. He does know about Jake. But how?
"He's not a bad person." I say.
"How would you know?" He said, "You've only known him for 3 days." Shit. How does he know these things?
"He doesn't want to hurt me."
"That doesn't mean he's not a bad person. He's just trying to lure you in." He said.
"No he's not. And even if he was, I rather him hurt me then you."
"Oh, that hurt. You don't get it. But that's ok. If you don't want to listen that's fine too, but trust me, you will wish it was me." He said. He grabbed my throat, whipping my head off of the brick wall twice. I blacked out. I'm assuming he knocked me out.
   I woke up holding my head. I was dizzy and had a headache. I had no idea what time it was, but it was barely starting to get light out. I looked towards the street and I only seen cars going by. There was maybe a couple people here and there that were walking by, but I was so deep in the alley, nobody would've seen me.
   I stumble around on my knees, looking for my phone. I find it right up against the building, cracked, but somehow it still worked. I blinked a couple times to ease the dizziness. 5:30. I must have been out all night? I also had 2 missed calls from Jake. Great...

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