Finishing The Deed (Book #2 of Trails of a Psychopath)

Goal (Almost) Reached

Chapter Seventeen

"You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest, that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present."

~Rachel's POV~

I didn't want to be here.

I wanted and needed to get away. I knew I was dreaming, at least I hoped I was dreaming. I was in a dark and dreary place...a place that caused fear to grow in the pit of my stomach. I looked around, it was pointless. It was like I was walking into fog, into nothing.

"Reid!? Please don't leave me again..." I whispered, hearing nothing but silence answer me back.

I jumped back when I heard an echoing laughter. It was a laughter that I had heard all my life, that made my heart jump to my throat...it was him. I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest as I frantically tried to find a way out. It couldn't be him, it was impossible. My worst nightmare came stepping out of the black, looking me straight in the eyes.

It was my father....

He was dead. His skin was shriveled up, caked with mud and grime. His skin was now a sickly green with maggots crawling all over. I screamed as they fell to the floor and wriggled around on the ground. He cackled, his laugh sounding clogged and wet. He charged at me, blood dripping down his sunken in face, half of his head blown out.

"You did this to me, Princess...YOU DID THIS TO ME." He shrieked, his voice cracking.

I turned to run when his hand clamped down on my arm. He tugged me towards him and both of his arms wrapped around me. The smell of rotting flesh and death invaded my nose and caused me to start gagging. I thrashed in his arms, trying my hardest to get free. He continued to laugh as he held suddenly held a gun to my head. I cried out, feeling the cool barrel press into my temple.

"Y-YOUR'E DEAD! YOUR'E NOT REAL! YOU SICK BASTARD!" I screamed at the thing that once was my dad.

He glared into my eyes, his mouth set open in a frozen expression of terror. His teeth had rotted and grown black and brown. I sobbed, hearing him pull back the revolver. He ran a hand through my hair, leaving goosebumps whenever he touched my neck.

"Honey....I can still finish the job from the grave. I may not be here for long, but I am always watching you. I will make you choke on your own blood...I will rip you piece by piece while Charlotte watches. You will NEVER escape me...I am your worst fear. I will always be here. I love you my sweet, sweet, Rachel. Until then..." He whispered, making me wince as he dug the gun into my head. I opened my mouth to speak but a gunshot went off and my head exploded into pain.

I snapped my eyes open...what the hell.

I didn't have time to process what was happening as the clean white walls hit me full force. The familiar, strange, smell wafted through the air and I started hearing voices outside. I looked around groggily, my head pounding and a bad taste in my mouth.
I raised my arm, but looked down to see it was restrained by a needle. I felt sick to my stomach as I saw the sharp object dig into my flesh. I whimpered, realizing I was in a hospital....again. I tried remembering how I got here...but I couldn't. My blood started boiling once I thought of Reid. I lifted the sheets gingerly, seeing my stomach wrapped tightly in gauze and slightling tingling with numbness.
I shook my head, He took me here. I looked towards my window and tried seeing, but all I saw were distant houses lit up and the empty street in the middle of the night. I sighed, I didn't have a good feeling. I couldn't recognize the voices outside the door, I think they were the Doctors. I groaned as my headache increased and the pain became worse. Soon, I couldn't hear them anymore, their footsteps getting quieter until they were no longer heard.
I took a shaky breath, looking towards the door again when I heard footsteps. These were coming at my door, maybe my doctor this time. I felt sweat drip down my forehead, suddenly my anxiety spiked. I was confused so I sat up taller in my bed. My eyes were wide and staring at that door, watching the doorknob turn.
The door creaked open and I began to see flaming red hair peeking through. Fear shot painfully through my heart and I started to try and scream. My throat was raw and sore, the ony noises I could make was grunting. The door opened, letting in the two killers who dragged me to the middle of nowhere.
My mouth dropped open as I back peddled in my bed, the needle tugging at my skin. I was already gasping for air, my chest feeling so tight and holding my hands up. This can't be happening. This really can't be happening.