While Emily was "sleeping," Eric picked her up and took her to his car. He laid her down in the backseat so she would be comfortable. He buckled her seatbelt. He made sure to handle her tenderly so she wouldn't wake up prematurely. She currently thought that he was terrible, that he had taken advantage of her. Little did she know that he was trying to introduce her to what she truly was and help her. He was the good guy, not the bad guy.
He stroked some of her brown hair. It looked beautiful on her but it made everyone know who her real father was. He wondered if she knew. Probably not, had she known her father, she would have already been a heartless and ruthless killer. "Don't worry, I'll take really good care of you. I won't ever lay a finger on you. I swear to it."
He got into the front seat and drove off. He prayed that she would be alright and that she would understand that he was her soul mate. He had already murdered two guys. The guys that had ruined her life. Maybe one day she would understand and truly love him like she was supposed to. He certainly knew that he loved her.
When he got to his father's house, he walked up to his room and put her under the sheets. Her body was so cold. She looked so cute while she slept. She was hugging a pillow. Eric sighed.
She opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Eric. She studied the room around her. She seemed afraid. Eric stroked her hair gently. She seemed to be eerily good at keeping calm.
"Where am I? Why did you drug me? You could get serious jail time for this!" Eric looked at Emily. He was happy that he was good at being patient and keeping his emotions in check.
"Em....calm down. You are at my house. Would you like something to drink? I fixed you some tea. Here, drink it. It will make you feel much better, I promise." He held the tea cup up to her mouth and supported her head with his other hand. Her hair was so smooth and soft.
"Is this one drugged also?" She practically spit the words to like they were her venom. Eric rolled his eyes.
"No, it isn't. Just drink it please. You need some energy in your body. I only drugged your drink so I could bring you here. We need to talk about some things. Will you please let me explain?" Emily drank the tea. It didn't taste like tea at all. It was thick and sweet, like wine. It helped her tremendously.
"Good. Now, bare with me here Em. What I am about to tell you might sound odd or strange, but it's 100% true. We're soul mates." Emily instantly felt sick. This guy was seriously crazy.
"What? You can't be serious! I don't even hardly know you! Where are you parents?" Eric shrugged.
"Actually, parent. My mom's dead and my dad is most likely visiting his friend. But please don't scream. I have a brother, and trust me, you wouldn't want to wake him up. He gets extremely grumpy and he has my dad's awful temper." Emily started crying. Eric got in the bed with her and hugged her. He soothed her. She cried even more when he did this. She shivered, even though her body wasn't cold.
"What are you going to do to me? Are you going to rape me and kill me?" Eric frowned. He seemed extremely hurt. His eyes burned with more intensity then she had ever seen before.
"I saved you! What makes you think that I'm the bad guy and that I would ever hurt you? The very thought hurts me! Besides, if I hurt you, I would be murdered myself. I'm not suicidal."
"I wanna go home. My mom is probably going ballistic. I told her that I would be back by midnight. She's always freaking out about me, even when I'm back by curfew. She's paranoid but apparently rightfully so." It was 4:30 in the morning.
"If you want to call your mother you can. Go ahead, tell her that you're fine. You've decided to stay with your friend." He handed Emily a phone. She took it and looked at him. Would she be able to dial 911 with him in front of her?
"My mother will call my friend's mom and she'll know that something is up." What in the hell was Emily doing? She certainly wasn't doing the right thing. It was almost like she could control herself. Her instincts were kicking in and they were obviously wrong.
"Alright. Just text her then. Just let her know that you're alright before she has a heart attack." Emily sighed.
"She'll know something is up. I always call her. Never text. She doesn't know how to text. I don't know what to tell her." More tears.
"Everything will be alright. You'll be okay. I won't hurt you. Are you hungry?" Emily nodded. He gently kissed her on the top of her head and left. This was when she needed to escape. But could she? Would he kill her? She hoped that he wouldn't but she would rather run then find out later.
