Chasing Hope

Chapter Twenty-One» Carter:

My teeth clattered in the dark.

"Please. Just let me go." I croaked.

"Eat up." he muttered coyly, throwing me a cooked fish.

"Can't. I'm allergic. Also, I don't eat food from sadistic sadists that double pathological liars."

He ran his nimble fingers across my cheek, and when he reached my mouth, I bit him, hard. He yelled out in a mixture or pain and surprise.

"F**k you b***h." He snarled, and spit in my eye. "Fight fire with fire." He returned with a heavy brick. Justin hoisted the brick over his head, and it crashed down onto my hand with a sickening thwack, and I knew instantly he had shattered just about every bone in my hand and fingers. I yelled. My hands were already swelling and throbbing. He pulled out his syringe of whatever drug- it wasn't morphine to my relief- and sent me plunging into darkness.

*

When I woke up I was disoriented, and angry, and depressed. Tear traced my cheek bones, and I fumbled with the ropes around my hands to pull up my underwear. Rope burn soon followed, but I soon succeeded.

"You really don't know who I am- do you?" he sighed.

"If by a sick bastard then yes, if not no." I snark.

"Shut up you worthless twat. Stupid whore. As I was so rudely interrupted, It was July 9, 2003, that a certain pretty little someone moved to London, England."

"How do you know?"

"Oh babe, that's because I was there the minute you got off that plane. I saw you, and knew I had to have you,  because I mean, who didn't? I made an attempt, but you just shoved me away."

I gasped, suddenly remembering the dude who was hitting on me and trying to make paintball moves on me after I got off the plane.

"Remember me eh? You tossed me aside like a piece of moldy cheese Carter. You rejected me. Do you know what it's like to he rejected? No? That's what I thought."

I didn't say anything, but I do. But I didn't make moves on people who didn't want it.

"Anyways, I stalked you without you even knowing, and knew I needed you. That passion grew everyday, and I was also planning my revenge. I was going to strike, but then Mason had to rape you and screw everything up. So you fled back to that American city of filth. I didn't follow, but then I found that you were moving to Quantico. It took me 8 years to finally get my act together and move out here, but I did it my love. Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? I love you Carter Louise."

He went to touch me seductively, but I rolled out of the way, and instantly regretted it. I had rolled right over a nail, and blood was now spewing from just below my shoulder blade. The breath was knocked out of me- which was weird since it was a non-impact injury. I needed stitches. I moved my shoulders and screamed it hurt so bad.

"Oh dear. Well... Have a darling sleep Carter." he smiled as he injected morphine into my veins, slapped my bottom, and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. Not long after rolling black waves invaded my head, making everything fuzzy and sending me into a world of delirium and happiness.