Don't Look in the Basement

Chapter 11

      Soooo its been like forever and a day since I last updated :P With the new school year and all the other insane stuff happening in my life, its been nearly impossible to sit down and write! But finally I managed to get 'er done!!! For those of you who have waited, I apologize and this chapter is for you!! It is rather short, but it sets up for later conflict! Hope you enjoy. :) and as always reviews and votes are appreciated!

    I waited for him to lunge at me or even throw something else at my head,but nothing happened. He just sat down on the bed staring at the floor with an unreadable expression on his face. I knew he was still very angry, so I kept my mouth shut and remained very still in the corner,not daring to move an inch.

     My eyes roamed about the small room,studying what was in it to distract me from my current situation. There was of course the bed which he was sitting on,a small stone fireplace with a rug in front of it, and a small bookshelf on the other side of the room that was next to an ancient looking oak dresser. This whole room felt devoid of warmth or life. With the stone walls and dusty wood floor, it reminded me of a cell in a prison. I wondered why he would choose to stay in here when there were so many other rooms in this house that were probably nicer and more comfortable.

   "Did you honestly think that you would get away?" Jacob's voice snapped me back to reality and when I looked over in his direction,I saw he was now standing. "I desperately want to know what made you think that I would not catch you and bring you back. Now, not only do I have to deal with you, but I have to deal with that pathetic doctor." he snarled.

    His rage had twisted his face into almost something unrecognizable and I did my best not to shy away further into the corner as he walked towards me. A second later he was right in front of me and before I could move, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer towards him. I tried not to scream,but he was pulling my hair hard and for a minute I thought he was going to yank it out of my scalp.

"Maybe you should tell me what to do with him Alice? Should I tear him limb from limb? Should I rip his throat out myself? Maybe I'll just starve him and watch him slowly suffer?" I wanted to cover my ears more than anything and not listen to all of the awful things he was saying,but at the moment I didn't have a choice.

    "So tell me what am I going to do with him?" He repeated, obviously annoyed that I hadn't answered. He relinqueshed his hold on my hair,but still held onto my arm so I couldn't get away. "What am I supposed to do with him when I can't even control you?" With that he pushed me away and I stumbled,falling to the floor.

    "Maybe you should just kill me already. God knows you've threatened me enough, why not just end it now?" Hot tears spilled down my face and my voice was hoarse as I spoke. I was tired of everything. His threats. My parent's lies. The torture. Everything. "If you can't control me then kill me. I'm no better than an animal to you anyway am I?"

       I struggled to my feet and winced as I stood on my ankle,yet oddly it didn't bother me very much anymore. When I looked at him, I started to laugh. His expression was almost as priceless as when I had slapped him. Wide eyed, he stared back at me with that same look of shock as before. But this time, I detected a trace of fear. This made me laugh harder. I don't know why everything had become so funny, but I kept laughing until my sides ached. Tears continued to stream down my face. I was sure I looked like a madwoman. Who was to say I wasn't one though? After everything I had witnessed and experienced in the past few days it was a miracle I had any sanity left.

I managed to stagger a few steps towards him, before I stopped and stared him directly in the face. "Kill me then." When I said it, it sounded more like a dare then a request. A challenge in a way. For someone who seemed to love challenges,he remained very quiet and still as I presented him with this one. I thought he would be more enthused about it, especially after he pretty much told me again and again how he couldn't wait to rip my throat out.  

    I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes using my sleeve,as I waited for him to say something or lunge at me and end it all. But he did nothing and all of the exhaustion I had felt earlier came back. I knew deep down he wasn't going to kill me. Not now anyway.

My legs trembled and threatened to give out,as I turned and walked back to the little corner I had huddled in moments before. Shaking, I slid to the floor and drew my knees up to my chest. I rested my head wearily against the wall and glanced at Jacob who still stood rooted in the same spot. I had the most overwhelming urge to just close my eyes, forget everything, and just fall asleep.

      I was almost certain he had something to do with why I felt so tired, but at the moment I know longer cared. He probably was doing it because I had stood up to him and he had run out of clever things to say. I finally realized that he was mostly talk and fought only with words whenever he had them. Sure he had strength and fangs, but words were his favorite weapon of choice. As I dozed off,I knew he wouldn't kill Henry or do anything drastic until I woke up again. But by then I would be prepared to do everything I could to fight him back. He wasn't the only one who could use intimidation, especially now that I knew, something about me intimidated him. I managed a small smile before I blacked out, I had won this round and he knew it.