Emily got up and grabbed some pillows. She stuffed them under the bedspread, hoping that Eric would think that they were her and she was just sleeping again. She had seen plenty of people on TV do that, so hopefully it would work.
She got up and started creeping down the stairs on the tips of her toes so she wouldn't wake Eric's brother or his father or have Eric hear her. She prayed to God that the stairs wouldn't creak. If they did, she would be dead or worse....She shivered as she thought of Eric abusing her in ways that made the human body shudder.
Sadly, she became careless. On the last step, it creaked. It was a small sound but it was noticeable. She cursed silently to herself and snuck behind a hallway where Eric couldn't see her. He started looking around.
"Em? Emaline? Are you alright? I thought that I told you to rest. You aren't trying to escape....are you? Please tell me that you aren't." Oh God. He could see her! He could actually see her! How was that possible? Did he have a mirror? Could he read her mind? No, that was an impossibility. No one could do that.
Eric shrugged it off and began cooking again. Whatever he was cooking, it smelled delicious. Better then any meat she had ever smelt before. It made her mouth water. She was tempted to stay for the food alone.
In her mind, she could picture herself walking up to him, smiling, and seeing what he was cooking. Em saw what he was cooking and she covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream or throw up. He was cooking human flesh! He was a cannibal! And that had made her mouth water!
Em grabbed a butcher knife and she started to walk off. She bit her lip and walked off but he saw her. She started running. It was pouring rain and he chased after her. He didn't have a weapon in his hands, so maybe that would give her the upper hand.
There was mud everywhere. Em felt herself sinking. The task of walking became more and more difficult. Soon, she couldn't walk at all. She tried to crawl but she couldn't. Lightening flashed across the sky and Eric was on top of her. He held her wrist that held the butcher knife in his hand. He smiled. He looked like some crazed and obsessed psychopath. Of course, that was what he really was.
"What were you going to do with that? Kill me? Go ahead. Just make sure to stab me right in the heart because if you leave me, it will already feel like I've been stabbed there." He held her hand and put the very tip of the knife against his shirt. He pulled it closer and closer. He started to bleed. Was he insane? As if to confirm her mental question, he laughed a sick and deep chuckle.
"The knife feels powerful in your hands, doesn't it? You feel as if you could do anything, anything at all, don't you? You know that you love it." Em growled.
"Don't tell me what I'm feeling! You can't control me!" Eric smiled. His eyes seemed to turn black. His mouth was full of blood. He started kissing Em. Em tasted the blood. She closed her eyes. For a moment, it was completely bliss. She snapped out of it and turned away. She vomited. This had to be just a nightmare.
"You loved that, didn't you? You love the taste. It was bliss to you. You cannot deny that. I see it in your eyes. I knew you were the one! I knew you were like me the very first time I saw you sleeping with that jerk." Em turned around. She threw up violently once again.
"Please just let me go home. I'm not like you. You've got to have me mistaken for someone else. If you love me......" Eric raised an eyebrow.
"If I love you? Em I love you with all of my heart. Never doubt that. And I'm keeping you with me because I love you. You could seriously harm your mother or one of your friends. Had I not interceded and made your little boyfriend do that terrible thing, you would have killed him." Em growled.
"You made Trenton do all of those things?!!!! You've crossed the line!" Em stuck the knife in him and drug herself out of the mud. She walked slowly back home. She was completely covered in mud and partially dried blood. Oh well, at least she was getting a good facial. Why was she thinking such terrible things? Was she really heartless?
Em reached her home after what seemed like hours. Rick was there. There were police officers everywhere. Em walked inside the front door and everyone stared at her. Her mother, and everyone else, looked absolutely terrified.
"Drop the weapon Emaline!" Drop the weapon? What were they talking about? Em noticed that the bloody butcher knife was still in her hands. She let it drop. She was bleeding. She probably looked like a crazy person.
"Ma'am.....sit down so we can interview you on what happened. Everyone else, leave the room." Rick looked defiantly at the officer.
"No. I'm staying with her. Come hell or high water. She's like a sister to me." Rick wrapped his arm around Em and handed her a blanket. She was shivering and freezing cold.
"Fine. What happened Emaline? Please tell us everything. Even the details. It's important that we hear them so we can catch this criminal easily." Em bit her lip until she drew blood. Her hands had already healed where she had gripped the blade in her hand.
"A boy named Eric kidnapped me, made me drink blood I think, fried up some human skin, and I ran. He wouldn't let me go and I couldn't escape so I stabbed him. I'm pretty sure that I didn't kill him though."
"Where did this happen?" Em looked at the officer and frowned.
"It happened out by the old movie theater on the edge of town. Can I go to sleep now?" Rick took her to her bedroom. She slept on her floor because she was too lazy to take a shower.
