Jason

Sweet Dreams

Meghan

He starts undoing my hands, as I'm scanning the room looking at every tiny detail and for a way out. "Where are we going?" I ask innocently, fluttering my eyelashes at him. "Philadelphia, I have a family home there. Does that sound good?" He asks enthusiastically with a toothy grin. "Sure, but don't you think that maybe I should tell someone where I'm going. I don't want anyone to worry about me, like my mom," I roll my eyes trying to make light of the ridiculous situation. I glance over behind me, he really fits the serial killer look. He's wearing a Navy North Face Venture jacket with a hood, black denim jeans and trainers, with the black gloves. He still has the same beard that he was sporting all those months ago when I met him, I've always preferred the clean shaven look. "I'll take care of that, don't worry about those minor details. You don't even see your mom that much," he says nonchalantly like he's my boyfriend who knows everything about my life. "Sure, I just want to get out of here and fuck you again properly," I say as he helps me up from my chair. "I can't wait to be inside you again," he groans against my ear as he pulls me towards him. "You're the best I've ever had," I respond seductively. "Me too," he says as he bends down to kiss me. Our bodies are so close, this could be my only chance. Without thinking it through I carefully reach into his jacket pocket, careful not to bring it to his attention and find the bottle of chloroform. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and slowly undoing the bottle in my hands. Breaking away swiftly I yell, " Holy shit, what the fuck is that?!" He pulls away from me and looks behind him, seizing the opportunity as soon as he turns back to my direction I launch the bottles contents in his face and knee him in the groin. Hearing him scream out in pain and watching him fall to the ground in agony is so satisfying. "You're fucking insane!" I shriek, sprinting away from him and towards the stairs. I quickly look back and he is still on the ground writhing in pain, "Don't leave, you can't go now!" I hear him say. "Sweet dreams, Ricky," I smirk as I race up the basement stairs. To my sheer relief the door isn't locked, I push my way through it and run towards the front door. There is no sign of life within this house, Joanne as he told me is obviously not here and neither is her father. I need to find a car and a phone to get away from here. I have to call the police and get them down here as soon as possible, they can lock this motherfucker up and Jason will be released. I try the front door, it's locked. I rummage through the side table for keys, there is nothing here. Out of options I grab a golf club from a bag in the corner and smash through the glass on the door. It's a big enough gap for me to break out through it, I climb through as quickly as I can and breathe in the cold fresh air. It must be late evening as the street lights are lit and the sun is almost out of sight. There is a cool chill in the air but that is the least of my worries. A silver Volvo is parked on the drive, that must be Ricky's. I yank the drivers door open and frantically look for the keys, thankfully they are in the glove compartment and I'm able to compose myself enough to turn the ignition on, hearing the engine roaring into life I quickly reverse out of the drive. I turn to look back at the house, it really looks like something out of John Carpenters Halloween, with its grey ghostly exterior and old swing that sits lifelessly on the porch, it occasionally rocks back and forth eerily like there is some presence lurking around within the house. There's no sign of Ricky, hopefully that chloroform has sent him off into his deepest and most nightmarish sleep. When he wakes he will find himself in the back of a police car and on his way to a very lengthy prison sentence. I push my foot down on the accelerator, not wanting to stay here any longer, the car jerks forward and I'm speeding off down the street. I've got no phone and the nearest service station is about five miles away, but the only thing on my mind at the time was getting away, I should have searched Ricky for his phone. It makes me feel really uneasy that I'm leaving him behind without knowing that the cops are on their way. Joanne and her family sure do live out in the sticks, no neighbours and miles away from any decent services or shops. There is a woody area to my right, which looks like something out of the Blair Witch Project meets Vampire Diaries. When Jason brought me here the first time I hated to admit it but I had a feeling that he would have grown up in a house like this. No wonder he turned out the way he has with his little quirks and sometimes strange ways. He didn't have it easy by no stretch of the imagination, their father is a narcissist and kept them both locked in the basement for hours when they were kids. Joanne has been left permanently scared because of it and was convinced that there was something evil inhabiting the basement. Nevertheless, I fell in love with Jason in spite of his past and I can't imagine life without him. The thought of seeing him again soon makes my eyes well up in tears, I'll tell him how sorry I am and that I will never doubt his innocence ever again. I turn the radio on to try and keep my brain focused on the road, Shakespeare's Sister's song Stay With Me starts blaring out of the speakers. I promptly change the channel to listen to the news, maybe I'll hear something positive that will make me temporarily forget what's just happened to me. I finally make it onto the highway, I should be back in New York within the next hour. I hear the familiar tune of my ringtone, my phone is in here somewhere in this car and I have to find it. After what feels like an eternity I finally reach the service station and park up. I'm still shaking and feel unsafe, but I climb into the back seat and fumble around trying to find my phone. There's so many bags here, he must have packed up his entire life thinking that we were actually going to move away together. I can't wait for his day in court and for me to stare him dead in the eye and watch him go down for a very long time. My phone rings again and it's coming from the door compartment I grab hold of it and see the caller ID, it's Lucas, Jason's attorney. "Lucas! Oh my God, listen to me," I begin to say and I have to stop mid sentence to calm myself. "Meghan, are you ok? Where are you, Jason asked me to check in on you?" He asks sounding concerned. Jason, the sound of his name makes me tear up again, I can't wait to be in his arms as soon as I can. "Ricky kidnapped me, Lucas. He took me to Jason's childhood home and tried to make me go away to Philadelphia with him. It's been him all along, we have to get Jason out of prison now and the police need to go to the house and arrest that son of a bitch before he does something or hurts another person!" I say breathlessly. "Fucking hell, Meghan! I thought he was dead?" He says sounding perplexed. "Don't you think that's what I thought too? I'm in a service station about half an hour away from the city, do you think you can come and take me home?" Waiting for his response I look out the car window, there's not a soul in sight and the service station looks pretty vacant. If he is not willing to come to me then I'm going to have to make my way back alone, which scares the crap out of me. "Of course, it might take me a little while depending on traffic. Stay safe, I'll call Detective Burke and get them over there ASAP. Meghan there's something you should know too," he says. "What?" I ask, desperate to know. "Jason loves you so much," he replies. "I know, I love him more than life itself," I say smiling for the first time today.