Psychotic

Chapter 15

||*Katrina Moors*||

I stood from the floor hurt. I gave another look to the living room seeking for a way to escape, it was impossible...

Sighing i walked to one of the closed rooms that I haven't checked yet.

Switching the lights on i realised the white bathroom.

I entered standing right infront of the mirror.

I looked awful; My makeup was ruined due to all the intense crying from yesterday night, my hair was messed from the forcing and the sleep but what caught my attention was the purple bruise showing just at my left profile.

I hovered my finger slightly stroking the bruised skin. I groaned to the pain.

Opening the cold water tap i held my hands together to retain some water, then i placed my face on the small puddle wetting my face.

I pulled my arm out to grab the white towel placed just right next to the sink, drying my face with it.

I gazed at the small red comb placed on top of the sink. Grabbing it i ran it down my long caoba ombre hair.

After 30 seconds of softening locks of hair I exited the bathroom. Back into the living room and feeling my stomach writhing in pain due to the lack of food I decided to get something to eat.

Making my way to the fridge I opened crossing my fingers to find something decent to eat... sadly nothing got my attention.

I sighed annoyed sitting on the red couch of the living room crossing my arms in the act.

My freedom has been taken away by a stranger... I won't be able to see my friends or my Dad anymore.

I shook my head trying to hold back the tears that filled my eyes in seconds.

"Why does he want me here?" I mumbled to myself grabbing my head with both hands as i faced the floor.

Only three hypothesis flashed into my mind.

Either he wants my parent to pay a rescue, which won't happen because as I already mentioned we are broke, or maybe he wants me as a slave, lastly maybe, and hoping it to be true, this is just a joke and soon my friends will enter suprising me.

I calmed myself trying to believe that hypothesis when suddenly a last conclusion came into my mind.

What if  he wants to rape me, or worse, kill me?

I gulped sitting straight throwing my head back holding both of my hands together.

I arched as a cold breeze hit my back lightly raising every single hair of my back.

"Did you missed me?" A dark voice made me flinch forward turning back to face him as my pulse accelerated.

"You look so beautiful, its going to be such a shame for you to end up six feet under ground" Justin's tall figure rose as he step closer to my direction.

"No please!" I cried as I saw the shiny blade in his right hand.

"Don't worry, i will enjoy cutting you into pieces" He smirked showing me his sharp teeth.

Tears already rolling down my cheeks.

"Bye Katrina" He mumbled.before jumping on top of me making me fall into the ground.

He lifted the blade smiling.one last time before pull down with force stabbing me right in the middle of my stomach.

I screamed jerking forward. I looked around hysterically putting my hand up to my chest.

My heart was beating at the speed of light. My body was covered into a layer of cold sweat.

It was just a nightmare...

I ran my hand through my bangs pulling them back off my face.

I sighed gazing at the small digital watch in top of the shelving.

22:30/10:30 p.m

I shifted my gaze to the window, it was dark outside and there was not sign of Justin yet.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Just like if my bad luck was saying hello to me i heard a click coming from the main door.

The locks turned unlocking and finally the door opened widely.

I stared at Justin stepping inside from the corner of my eyes, locking them back when he was in.

"Im back baby" He muttered slipping off his back leather jacket.

"Hey are you still mad?" He asked nailing his eyes into me since there was no reply or movement from me towards him.

I pressed my teeth together, he surely was stupid.

I felt him sitting next to me.

"Im sorry, i had business to take care of" He held me with his hands turning me around.

He widened his eyes for a second holding my chin turning my face to my right checking the bruise he caused this morning.

"Did I make this?" His voice hurt made me feel upset, which was totally unexpected.

I nodded after a small pause.

He closed his eyes and pursed his lips together, he committed the unexpected as he embraced my body tight with his tough arms.

"Im sorry, sometimes i don't want to hurt you but i have to" Sorrow filled his words yet it didn't make any sense to me.

After some seconds that lasted for hours he parted the hug.

We both stared at each others eyes not knowing what to say.

I dropped my gaze down to my lap spotting his hands full of a dark red substance.

"What is that?" I said gesturing to his hand.

He quickly hid his hand behind his back standing in the act.

"Nothing... are you hungry?"

I arched one eyebrow keeping my eyes on him.

My stomach roared answering for me.

"Let me get ready, I'll take you somewhere" He flashed a soft smile walking towards his room.

I stayed still not knowing how to react.

Did my kidnapper just hugged me and invited me to go and eat something with him? Not like I have a choice but it was te last thing i was expecting to happen...