Deadly Infatuation

Chapter 19 ( PG-13) version

The savory smell of bacon brought me out of my deep sleep. Stretching out my body, sharp pains every where brought me crashing back to reality. I watched a girl be tortured to death, and her killer slept next to me last night. I get out of bed and walk over to the dresser full of clothes for me and picked out a a heavy cotton dress that came to my knees and was a beautiful dark purple. When I walked into the bathroom, tender memories of last night came flooding over me. For a moment I felt the sweetness of his careful touch, but that faded as soon as I saw the shackle size bruises on wrists.

Looking into the mirror I cringed at my reflection. I looked like how I felt, which was like shit. My hair was a blonde mess, sticking out in every direction like a tumble weed. My eyes were a brilliant light blue, rimmed with red from all the tears I've shed. My skin which used to have a golden sheen to it, was now sickly pale. I look like hell, but that's what i'm in now, I live in hell. This is who I am now, battered and broken, with the fight in me draining day by day. A disturbing thought crossed through my mind, maybe he wont think i'm pretty anymore and will kill me.

The thought scares me enough, I don't want to die...not yet at least. So I brush my hair and wrap it into a neat bun that rested at the bottom of my neck. The make up that sat in the bathroom were new, I guess he brought it yesterday for me. I take my time, trying to look as presentable as possible with out over doing it. When I finished the girl in the mirror almost looked like the old me, the happy version of me.

The smell of breakfast bring me out of my reflection, I guess I should go into the kitchen. Leaving the bathroom, the soft purple dress tickles at my knees as it flows with my movements. In the kitchen was Lucas, with a small kitchen towel draped over his muscular shoulder. He was standing in front of the stove flipping pancakes in a pair of black boxer briefs. Seeing him like that stopped me dead in my tracks, he was beautiful.

His long and lean torso was a beautiful master piece, perfectly defined, but not too sharp. His skin was a perfect shade of marble, smooth and beautiful. His dark blue black hair was getting longer, now it reached to the top of his ears, curling into soft waves. Standing here I could see every muscle in his body. His broad shoulders muscular and inviting. It gave me the urge to run my fingers slowly down his back, to his black boxers. The tattoos that I'd seen before were now on display, completely covering his arms and lead up to his neck. He turned towards me and gave me a slow smile. His torso had been untouched by a needle, except for a section below his pecks. framing the top of his abs. As I was trying to see what the new tattoo was, he turned away and talked to me with his back turned, "Well look who's awake, my very own sleeping beauty."

 I silently take a seat at the table and decide that my best way at survival is to do as he says and pretend I love him just as much as he loves me. "Good morning Lucas, thank you for breakfast, It looks amazing." I say as he places a full plate in front of me. He looks at me with happiness, "I'm glad to hear that baby, I don't want you to lose more weight. You have already lost so much, and it's not healthy for you." he says as he kisses me on the forehead. 

Not healthy?! Is he freaking serious right now?! Nothing about this is healthy, or normal!! He kidnapped me, killed my best friend and is now killing random girls in his freaking basement! I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what isn't healthy until I realized Lucas was gone, It was the monster now. The monster is in charge now, and I don't want him angry. So I keep my mouth shut and eat as much as I possibly can. In between bites I look at him across the table from me and hes just watching me. The monster doesn't eat, he just watches me eat, his eyes never leaving me. I meet his eyes and I see it, the plan  hes formulating in his head. 

He wants me, and he's done waiting, his eyes are hungry for me. I know what he's going to do. He smiled wickedly at me, anticipating a chase about to ensue. I saw his body tense, ready to pounce on me, but I'm ready for it.  I grip the table and flip it at him as he makes a quick move in my direction. Luckily the table stalled him and gave me a head start as I ran as fast as I could into our bedroom. I slam the door shut right before he entered the room, the bedroom doesn't have a lock on it, so I can hear it open and the monster burst through. I run to the bathroom but before I get there he jumps at me grabbing me by an ankle, and tries to jerk me to him. My body was in fight or flight mode, the adrenaline coursing through my veins giving me enough strength to make it to the bathroom and slam the door shut on the hand on my ankle, causing him to recoil.

Quickly I lock the bathroom door and hide in the far corner of the tiny room, as he pounds on the door. He screams obscenities at me, calling me every nasty name in the book. He yelled all the terrible things he has planned for me.  All I can do, as he pounds at the door is curl into a ball and bury my head into myself and wait. 

Finally, after what seems like forever, he stops and leaves the room. As much as I want to go check, I don't. I've played this game before with the girls and J.J. When I was in charge they would all hide in their rooms from me, refusing to come out and eat dinner like I told them too. I used to stand there and bang on their door, telling them to come out, but they refused. So I would stand around the corner and wait for them. After a few moments they would think I was gone and would come out, and that's when I would jump out and sweep them into my arms and carry them to the table.

The memory of my family bring both joy and pain. I'm so glad to have spent so much time with them, but sad that I'll never see them again. The bath tub has always brought me comfort, so I fell asleep in there, content with the knowledge that he can't hurt me for now. Sleep came quickly and I slept hard, because when I woke the bedroom light was gone and the air was colder. Slowly I craw out of the bath tub and put my ear against the door to listen for signs of Lucas.

After a few minutes of silence I crack the door open slowly, peering around the dark room. After no attack I stand up and walk over to the bedroom door, opening it just a little bit. He was gone. the kitchen was empty and there was no sound across the house. I look at the clock on the microwave and its's 9:00 p.m. My stomach growls at me, reminding me how hungry I am, so I walk over to the pantry and get the ingredients to make spaghetti. 

No sooner had I finished cooking, Lucas walked through the door  and wrapped his arms around me, crying softly into my shoulder. He kept muttering an apology to me through his tears. "Lucas it's okay, I know that was the monster not you. I love you." I tell him as I run my fingers through his soft dark hair. After a minute or two he looks up at me, kissed me lightly on the mouth, and goes to make him self a plate of food. 

The rest of the night went with an appearance form the monster, and we had a chance to sit and talk to each other. We laughed at stories and when it got late, he carried me in his arms to the bed room and cuddled up next to me in bed, bringing warmth.