Chasing Hope

Chapter Sixteen- Carter:

When I woke up, I knew right away. I looked at myself, and fought down a wave of nausea. I failed. I managed to turn my head before I involuntarily emptied the contents of my stomach. Oh, wonderful, my hair is now soaking in vomit. I shook, my head buried in my knees as I cried. I want to bathe in antibacterial soap. I feel so dirty, and sick. I closed my eyes thinking about two weeks ago.
"Ugh."
"Are you okay?"
"No, can you turn off the lights?"
"Yeah. Migraines?"
"Uh-huh."
"Want me to get you Advil?"
"Yeah."
I coughed. I felt like CRAP. My head hurt and I head a serious cold. My throat was on fire and my respiratory system was out of whack.
"Do you want me to run to the store and get you cough drops and soup?"
"Aww, you would do that for me at 9:45?"
"Of course. Be back soon."
When he got back, snowflakes stuck to his hair.
"It was snowing? Spencer, why didn't you say something. I never would've let you go if I knew it was snowing." I whined.
"Its fine. Here, I'll run you a bath."
Five minutes later he came out.
"I'll be in the kitchen making soup if you need anything."
"I love you." I said blowing him a kiss, not wanting to get him sick. When I got out there was warm soup waiting for me. He made me take some pills for insomnia and Advil. I wore a big sweatshirt and spandex. I sucked on a cough drop as we watched Doctor Who cuddling and Spencer stroked my hair. After 5 minutes I was asleep.

I wish Spencer was here. I want a bubble bath and medicine and his arms wrapped around me. I want soup and the comfort of my home. I want to watch Doctor Who and fall asleep in my bed. I want Spencer to stroke my hair and tell me he loves me. I squeezed my eyes tightly, and a warm tear splashed the ground below me.

"My boyfriend is looking for me. He works for the FBI and I am sure that he will personally see to it that you rot in prison you abductor, you, you rapist, you monster."

"Is that so?" He mocked.

"Yes you son of a bitch!" I tried to scream. "Come out and face me you coward."

"Alright. Ello love." He said in a thick English accent.

He was tall and lean, with greasy black hair that stuck to his head in flat, lifeless strands. He had hazel eyes, not like Spencer's. His were the color of rotting bark. He had light olive skin, with bad acne. He couldn't have been more than 25. He smirked at me.

"Its me Justin Maniresight."

"I don't know you."

"Oh c'mon, yes 'ya do."

I racked my brain, but I was certain I didn't know him.

"I don't know you."

"Liar!" He screamed.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." I lied.

"Tell me you love me."

"I don't love you."

"Tell me you love me baby."

"Never."

"Tell me you love me." he repeated.

"Over my dead body." I spit.

He pulled out a long knife, and pulled out my phone. He hit record.

"Hello Spencer-"

"SPENCER HIS NAME IS-"

"Now Carter, you say anything about our little secrets here, I pull out my needle and we go for round 2." He said.

"At any rate, Carter and I had much fun already. Isn't that right?"

"Rot in hell!" I snarled.

"Oh look at that, lovely. Anyway. Carter and I are going to play dodge the knife. Thought you might be interested."

Swish. I barely missed it. The air whizzed past my ear. Flying at my stomach was it again. I rolled. I was on my side when. Slice.

"Oops, nicked your cheek love." Nicked. Yeah right.
"This is the funnest part, Doctor Reid. Watch this." He left for a moment and came back with a bowl of water and a q-tip. He dipped it in the water and ran it across my cut. Immediately there was an indescribable stinging sensation. I screamed so loud the metal bowl rattled. I screamed and screamed as he rubbed it back and forth.

"Sulfric acid. Darling isn't it? Typically I pour it all over the wound, but I couldn't stand to ruin her pretty face. Until then Doctor Reid."

He said with a final vertical trace of his knife on my forearm. He got up and slammed the barred door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and horrid stinging in my face.