Prophecy (NaNoWriMo 2014)

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Jake made an exception for me. He didn’t go to school and stayed with me during the day so we could talk. I arrived at his house at eleven-a.m. I knocked on the door. Jake opened the door and invited me in. I turned back around and hugged him, tight. There was no denying I was terrified of what was happening in my life. He wrapped his arms back around me and we stood at the front door for about a minute, hugging. I could hear his heartbeat and feel the warmth radiate off his body. He was always warm and cosy; pleasant to be with despite he could become a lot to handle from time to time. We released and I followed Jake upstairs to his room. I sat down on the bed. Only a couple of nights ago everything was almost normal and I was in love with Jake. Now I had worries and was worrying about Father Peter more than anything. Nothing else was important, it was saving Father. Jake sat next to me on the bed, he sat his arm over my shoulder and we looked each other in the eyes.
“What’s going on?” He asked.

“It’s Doctor Free” I replied and Jake became a little infuriated.
“You need to get him out of your mind” He objected

“I can’t!” I shouted with frustration “He is real. He has Father Peter and he is going to kill him,” I cried as my heart felt painful with every beat.
“What’d you mean?” He asked with confusion as he raised himself off the bed and started slowly walking from one end of the room to the other.

“He has Father Peter, I had a damn dream Jake! Do you not know me well enough?” I exclaimed.
“Don’t get angry with me. We can fix this, we need to tell the police”

“We can’t” I interrupted

“Why not?”

“If we tell the police Free will kill Father and I’m not letting that happen”
“Then we can’t do anything”
“YES WE CAN” I shouted with frustration. There were so many ways we could save Father Peter.
“We are not going on the hunt ourselves. Who do you think we are? If you came here to ask for help I’m not helping” Jake stated sternly. He burst my bubble for all the possible ideas I had to find Doctor Free and kill him.

“Why wont you help me. I can’t possibly go on like this… You know if you’re not going to help I’ll do it myself. You’re no use” I sighed as I rolled my eyes and walked out of Jake’s room. He came chasing down the stairs and grabbed hold on my arm. I turned back to look at him and screamed. His eye sockets had nothing in them. They were bloody and dark. His cheeks were slit. Blood trickled down the bottom half of his face from the slice on his cheeks. His teeth were visible and covered in blood. His face was grey, with parts of the skin peeling off. I yanked my arm off his hand and turned around to start running down the stairs. As I ran, I missed a step of the stairs causing me to fall down the stairs. I was stopped by the wall at the bottom of the stairs that I banged my head on. My eyes flickered and my vision went fuzzy. I slowly moved my head up from the wall and looked at the splatter of blood. I touched it. It was warm and wet. My head was pulsing with pain. I placed my hand on top of my head and looked back on my hand, which was trembling. It was covered in warm, wet blood. My eyes moved back to the top of the stairs to see the monster staring down on me.
“Abby, are you okay?” Jake asked with worry but he wasn’t to be seen. It was the monster and I. The monster moved slowly down the stairs as I lifted my self up and ran to the front door. I pulled the knob with hopes of escaping although there was no luck, the knob wouldn’t budge. The more violent I tried to push the knob the harder it became to push. I gave up as the monster came closer to me.
“Abby, what the hell is going on?” Jake shouted. But it wasn’t Jake who was speaking, it was the monster. I screamed as I ran over to the kitchen area. I looked around in hope to find something. I opened one of the draws, pleased to find a small hatchet. I picked it up and grasped it firmly in my hands. The monster came into the kitchen and backed away as I held the hatchet over my shoulder.
“Abby, please. What the freakin’ hell are you doing?” Jake shouted with anger from the monsters voice.
“Who are you? You’re not Jake,” I screamed as the hatchet became shaky, still holing it over my shoulder.
“Then what the fuck am I Abby? It’s Jake! Jesus Christ!” The monster shouted with Jake’s voice again. It came closer to me, slowly, thinking I wouldn’t realise.
“If you take one more step this hatchet will go through your head,” I said, quietly as I gritted my teeth.
I held the hatchet strong, confident that I was going to stay alive if it came to attack me. Blood began to trickle down my face and fall off the end of my chin.
“Abby, you look evil. Please just stop” Jake’s voice said again. Trying to reassure me everything was okay. Nothing was okay. Nothing.