EERIE LOVE

☽ EMOTIONLESS ☾

I watched Jason slowly back out of the driveway to go return Parker's body safely to his house. As Jason was pulling out of the driveway I wondered why would нє return Parker's body home safely, when he knew how much I cared about Parker.

Jason is showing how he has a heart and I'm having a second thought on him.

"You know it's kind of upsetting you think I'm some heartless killer, is that really what you think of me, an emotionless кιℓℓєя?" Jason said sounding heartbroken

"Jason you can't really blame me you gave me this mindset that your some heartless person, I'm sorry it's just I think you're selfish for taking me away from everyone"

"I'm not being selfish for getting the I fell madly in love with to spend her life with me. What is selfish is you not giving me a ғυcĸιng chance!"

"You're still freaking selfish Jason!"

"I'll show you selfish when I get back"

Walking in the house I immediate texted Marzia to let her know I'm safe in the house.

Me: I just walked in the house I'm going to be in about an hour

Marzia replied back five minutes later saying

Marzia: I just got back in the house thanks for coming on the double date. Love you!

Me: I love you to Marzia and tonight was actually fun! Good night

Marzia: Night!

After I went straight to my room and changed into comfy pajamas, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Looking over at the clock on my phone it reading 11:45 I sighed knowing Jason should be home in about five minutes. Or was he already here just watching me? I pushed the image of Jason watching me while I'm changing to the back of my mind.

Laying in bed I was watching YouTubers with the  door was open still waiting or my to come home. She's probably just going to stay the night over at Spencer's house, even though I only have two weeks and I should be trying to spend as much time as possible with my mom I wasn't.

I don't want to get between her relationship with Spencer, like I did two years ago. But I feel like getting kidnapped in two weeks is going to ruin their relationship. I just wanted my mom to be happy, with someone who's actually making her happy.

Something interrupted my train of thought hearing faint distinct human footsteps, whoever they were it they were to close to my liking. My adrenaline kicked in and I quickly rolled off the bed without making a sound.

One things for sure who in the world is in my house? I didn't hear the garage door open so it couldn't possibly be my mom. Our house is not exactly the biggest living in a one story house, so if someone broke the window I would for sure be able to hear it.

I saw feet appear in my bedroom doorway it was very odd they just ѕтσσ∂ there for a few minutes without a movement.

For some reason I felt like the person there could just see right through the bed, it's like they were smirking knowing that they had me trapped. I was beyond scared and death was on the other side of my bed.
The intruded walked away out of my bedroom I  waited for the footsteps to get fainter, so that I knew how much of a chance I had to escape. Instead I just laid there I mean come on do you really expect me to fall for that trick? For all I know they could still be right outside the door with a hatchet waiting to chop my head off.

I had enough common sense to not set a foot outside of my room, I figured it probably Jason taunting me.

Knowing that he was not going to make his first move until I made mine it took all my courage to slither from under the bed. With my heart beating out of my chest staring out my door thinking I actually have to walk out there.

To calm my nerves hummed Born To Die by Lana Del Rey the song calmed my legs started moving towards the door.  I checked both sides to make sure Jason wasn't waiting for me, I reached the corner of the kitchen.

The calmness that cascaded my body drained when I felt a pair of hands over my mouth as they locked me up. Screaming in panic at the top of my lungs Jason carried me to my room throwing me on my bed shutting the door.

Jason walks over to me while his face carried no emotion I looked in his eyes to see some type of sympathy. All I saw in those eyes were emptiness, it was like he was staring straight at me but straight through me at the same time.

Maybe he really is a нєαятℓєѕѕ мσиѕтєя and unfortunately I was right, he just shuts down by putting on a straight face. Blocking out whatever he hears, Jason sat down on my bed and turned looking me straight in the eye for a few seconds pulling out s knife.

I broke down being the little wimp I am practically pleading him saying that I was said what I did out of anger and frustration. He didn't listen or he just didn't want to listen. I still continue to him Born to adjective by Lana Del Rey.

Jason motioned for me to stand in front of him, as I walked over I already knew what he was about to do. As I stood right in front of him I looked into his eyes trying again to find some type of sympathy, but again all I saw were

ｅｍｐｔｉｎｅｓｓ.

"Why?" Was all I asked, I could've added extra commentary to stall time but what's the point.

Just then I felt a strong slap to my left cheek, I fell to the ground trying to actually process that this is α¢тυαℓℓу happening. As I was trying to get up, I felt a kick to the head then another one to the stomach. Jason had kicked and punched me multiple times that I had stopped counting after twenty-three.

When he was finished torturing me he once αgαιи just stared at for a few minutes then picked me up and carried me to my bed. He laid me down and scooted me over to give him room to lie down.

Jason must have read my mind because he pulled me close to him into a тιgнт hug, barely giving me an opportunity to let air fill my lungs. It took all of my strength to actually breath I could feel that every time I inhaled and exhaled felt one of my ribs digging into my lungs.

He must've seen the frightened look on my face because he looked at me with worry in his eyes, he lifted his hand up to feel my abdomen area for any broken bones. Sighing in relief letting me know it was probably just a bruise.

Thinking about all of the bruises and cuts I have school came into mind. I mean technically it is Sunday but that means I only have a little more than twenty four hours for all of this to heal and that's not enough time.

"There's no need to be dramatic the cuts and bruises shouldn't be to hard to cover up. The cuts and bruises should be healed when you wake up"

"Goodnight Jason"

"Maybe next time you'll learn to keep your opinions to yourself"

"I said goodnight"

"Shut the ғυcĸ up Lana and go to bed"

"I wish it could've been someone else... My gosh I wish it was someone else. Why me?"

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