Psycho (Under Editing)

Chapter Thirty-Two ♪ August Ninth (part2).

After a few minutes of weakness I wiped away my tears and started packing. The only thing running through my mind was that I had to get away, I had to leave, I had to go home. I had to find ... Wes.

His name floated passed my lips in a whisper making me freeze. Why did I want to find him? Why was my subconscious calling out for him? I shook it off, that was another story for another day.

I grabbed Jess's file, the box and began my way for the door, when I froze. I turned, breathing heavily as my eyes caught onto the pink dress that laid on the floor, gleaming under the white florescent light.

I reached down, its smooth material felt alien against my skin. It was so beautiful, so enticing, so wrong. But I wanted to keep it, I had to keep it. So I folded into a neat little square and gently placed it into my suit case next to the crime scene tape.

I rushed out, the nights air stung against my skin, I was sweating from rushing around so much, so it was much relief to feel the cold simmer against my form.

I had to talk to the doctor. I had to tell her what I knew, I had to ask her why she would let Jess near me after everything. So without a second though I allowed my fist to connect roughly against the door, my knuckles bruised from each hit against it's wooden surface.

"Coming!" I heard her scream.

"Gabby don't, let me get it, we don't know which psycho could be out this late at night." I froze. Gabby? And that's when it all clicked. Her name was Gabriel. She had short hair, wore glasses, had a certain way she dressed and carried herself, we were almost the same, if you don't count the age difference.

She could be the reason I was raped. And before I could turn around and run away from the door with guilt for coming to such a far fetched conclusion, it opened, the heat from inside seeped out and kissed my cheeks. But I couldn't relish in it, for the face that I saw staring back at me make my heart bleed and knees shake.

"Hello my dear." Jake. I thought he was dead after the beating Jess had given him, or at least would be in an asylum by now.

"Dad, who's at the door?" Came Doc's voice, I couldn't utter a squeak. I couldn't breathe.

It made sense now.

He wanted his own daughter, but he knew he couldn't have her. So he sought out for the next best thing ... me.

"I am not sure honey, but it's a little girl. What's your name love?" He asked with a lopsided grin, it would have been warm and comforting if it wasn't for his eyes. Their deep dark brown bottomless pits, it looked so demonic and caging.

"Oh dad, that's just my newest patient. Dad meet Babe, Babe this is my dad, Joseph." Jake, I mean Joseph extended his hand out. His calloused hand patiently waited for mine to take his. But all I could do was remember what those hands did to me, where they were last.

"How did you know Mel?" I questioned, Doc frowned and Joseph gave me a mock confused one.

"I beg your pardon?" When he spoke he had a faint British accent. He had it well hidden before, but now it was slipping out like loose change from a torn pocket.

"You know what I am taking about Jake. You know what you did to me."

"Babe this isn't Jake. Look at me. Just breathe." I hadn't noticed that I was shaking, but it wasn't fear, this was anger. And Doc thought I was just having another episode.

"Well then, why did he do this to me, why did he call me Gabby, why did he rape me?" I pointed at my scar, I gave her a glare, hoping she'd figure it out. But she didn't. And before she could rush off to get a sedative she spotted my bags.