Criminally Insane

Colton Controlla

Waking up out of my sleep, I thought back to the night I spent with Heather and Lily. I didn't know whether to be happy or concerned about Rowan's behavior. He was giving, kind, gentle, almost normal.

I wanted to know what he was planning. Not that he didn't have his moments where he was normal, but I tried to escape. He came from killing my friends, to giving me new ones. My phone pinged, signaling I had a message.

Heather: We should totally get together again!

I smiled while texting back 'totally' and turning my phone off. I, then, started pondering over whether Rowan trusted me enough to let me out of the house or not. If he knew I wanted to hang out with the friends he provided, was he expecting me to be able to keep them?

Where was he anyway?

I shuddered as my feet touched the cold floor. I grabbed the fluffy robe that was on my bathroom door knob and put it on. A hostile knock jolted me out of my lazy mood. "Come in," I spoke clearly.

The door opened cautiously and I held my breath. "Rowan?"

The figure walked in and I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding. "Jesus, Colton, you almost gave me a heart attack," I hissed, placing a hand on my chest.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you hungry?" he asked, ignoring me.

"Yes."

"Let's get you groomed and dressed before he gets back." Colton walked to my closet and threw open the doors.

"Where did he go?" I asked, confusion taking over.

He shrugged, not looking at me. "Out."

Awkward silence filled the room. When it became unbearable, I decided to speak.

"Listen, Colton, I know you don't like me-"

"That's an understatement," he cut me off with a snort.

I sighed again. "Just listen to me. You don't even know me. You just-"

"Rowan has no intentions of hurting you or anyone you love," he spoke as he whirled around to me. His angry eyes penetrated into mine. "Yet, you're set on making dumb mistakes."

"He killed a man," I said, my voice projecting louder than before. "He killed a person I considered a friend. He doesn't have to physically bring pain to me for me to be hurt."

I saw his jaw flex, but he stayed silent so I decided to speak.

"He kidnapped me. We wouldn't even be having this conversation, and no one would be dead if he'd just left me and my life alone. I didn't ask for this. You can't expect me to adapt to this. This is crazy. He is crazy. You are crazy," I yelled.

He looked taken aback as he blinked several times. His lips parted and closed as he searched for words. "I-I'm sorry, I-"

"You aren't sorry," I spat out. "If you were sorry, you wouldn't have let him bring me here. If you were sorry, you'd take me back right now and let me report him to the police."

"You're right," he gave in with a sigh.

I looked at him as he continued talking. "The truth is that I watched him for so long as he watched you. I never said anything because I was hoping to have you for myself."

I stepped away from him as he attempted to reach for me. His fingertips brushed against the sleeve of my robe.

"You are selfish." I pointed to him, stepping back as he walked towards me. "You are disgusting, and you are pathetic," I screamed in his face right before his hand clamped over my mouth. I screamed under his hand as he slammed me against the bathroom door.