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Better This Way - Cherri Bomb
Sociopath - StayLoose and Bryce Fox


Twisted moaning fills the air

Little ones do beware

It's here and time for the parade

A daring fight, a dead charade

Break your skull and snap the bone

Turn those tears into stone

No more fighting, no more guests

Beware the one you call the best


//


The first thing I feel as I jolt awake is the suffocating warmth holding me down to the mattress. The second is the prickly hair on my neck. The third is the raging anger for the monster below me.


Jase was holding me still, but this time he seemed knocked out cold. Whatever he had been doing must have worked wonders on his energy, because he barely seemed to notice when I move my arm out from under him. I stretch the arm above me and wince at the numbness. Over a hundred pounds could do that to a person. I roll my neck to look down at him, eyes closed and breathing shallow. Finally, a state that I enjoyed him in.


As I lay my head back down on the pillow, I think about all the things I wasn't able to consciously think about while being trapped in this room. Mare was somewhere without his medication. Kane was most likely angry with me for doing this to Mare. But how was I supposed to know? I remember the events after driving away from Jase that night and it didn't make sense. Mare seemed to be freaked out, but he didn't seem like he would drive out here. He hated to drive long distances without someone with him.


Kane would be smarter about approaching the situation. He would look through Mare's belongings for some sort of plan strewn on his sketch walls or papers on his desk. He never made a plan like this without writing it down, it was just who Mare was. Kane would get the address from Mare's parents and drive here. All the way here for me to be god knows where. I had to still be in Cranston or some close town. Jase spoke about the pests of the town or something along those lines.


There was Mrs.Lean. God, I knew she had to beat up about this. She probably thought I left town for good. Such a sweet woman who deserved the world and I would bet money she was worried about me. Who else was going to read to the kids? The kids probably missed me, especially the one with messed up hair. My favorite one to read to. My mind starts to slip into the stories I read to the kids; the myths, the fairytales, the adventures. How I wished this was a horror story and not my reality.


A creaking drags me from my thoughts. I turn my head and stare at the metal door of the room. I could have sworn it came from that direction, maybe it was just Jace moving. I stare a bit longer and close my eyes. I didn't want to ruin this peace from the killer holding me, for I didn't know when the next peace would be. It happens again, louder and more prolonged. The unmistakable sound of a door creaking. I open my eyes to see the door no longer pristinely shut tight, but this time with a small sliver of an opening. The grip on my waist tightens.


I look back down at Jase, his eyes still closed and the breathing still coming out in slow puffs. This was my opportunity. There the keys were, dangling from the lock and calling my name to lock him up as he did to me. I wanted to cry right then and there. I shake my head and breath in, then out. I needed to stay collected if I wanted to get out of here.


I start to arch my back to make some room between me and the bed. Only a little movement at a time, like breathing. The arm around me seems to loosen and I internally scream in success. Just a little more and I could start to move off of the bed and slide the pillow under my head next to Jase. He wouldn't notice long enough for me to grab the keys and slam the door on him. This had to be perfect.


I start to slide to the left, his hand trailing off of me centimeters at a time. How I yearned for those dreadful fingers to burn in hell. A groan erupts from the body next to me and I pause. Please, no. Please don't do this to me. The arm recoils from me and Jase turns on his other side, facing the door. Not good, but much better for me. I silently slide off and sit on the cool floor.


Prayers go in and out of my head as I slide around the bed with my eyes trained on the sleeping body in front of me. I don't know how he didn't know I was gone yet, but Jase was still sound asleep. I get to his side of the bed and stretch my neck out to look at his face. The blood was now dried and flaky. Repulsing. The glasses were on the very edge of the bed but looked stable enough not to fall. I look at him one last time before training my eyes on the door. I just needed to think of the motions I needed to make before I acted and got out of the room. I quickly reach out for the keys, pulling them from the lock and jangling the last two against each other. I whip behind me and see the monster still asleep. I hated to say it, but I was going to miss getting attention for once. He rolls over a bit and the glasses fall from the bed. The beast awakes.


I squeak and quickly slam the door shut with all of my strength. How did he open and close it so much? I fumble with the key and shove it into the keyhole as a mass bangs against the door.


"Acacia! What are you doing my love? Open the door!" I turn the key and seal the deal. He was locked in. Jase bangs against the door at this action and yells curses at me. What a gentleman he was.


"If you let me out right now, I won't be angry! Open the door, sweetie! Open it you fucking brat!" I scoot myself away from the door, shocked that it actually worked. The hell hole was passed me. I was out.


"See ya, sucker." I chuckle and grab the keys from the door, walking away. Boom! Boom! I knew he had to be beyond pissed. He deserved worse. I look to the only way out and start to run down the cinderblock encased hallway. This had to be in some sort of cellar or basement, it was too cold to be an actual house. There was no way someone could live in an area like this. I eye a pair of steps and quickly make my way up to the wooden door. The booming behind me starts to die down and I smile, looking back for only a second before opening the door.


//


I don't know how long I was walking. Too long. I was right when I thought it was cellar; it led up to a small concrete enclosed area and then just wood around the area. I was wrong to leave at that moment. It was almost pitch black except for the moon and a few lonely stars. A small brick house was right behind the little concrete area, but I didn't dare go there. Probably full of more victims or worse; more killers. I ran from my prison and over the grassy patch and onto the black road. The little black road.


I step on another small rock and yelp. That was the fourth one. Damn that creep, did he have to take my shoes from me to? It was the least practical thing to take from a person, that and maybe socks. What was I going to do with a shoe? Now that I thought about it, I wanted to do a little more than throw a shoe at Jase. At least he was locked down there and I was miles away from him. It had to be the early morning by now, not too long before it was finally light. It would a breeze then.


I run my hands up my arms and let out a shaky breath. The cold wasn't as bad as the thoughts running through my head. All I wanted was to be back home, I wanted my parents, hell I even wanted Jase if it meant I wouldn't be cold. My fingers felt like ice as they run over my skin, but the heat friction was enough for me to continue. I wish I had some music for this trek, that would nice. It was so silent out here, almost nothing but myself making any noise. As if on cue, a soft rumbling sounds from behind me. I turn around and see two small lights approaching. No fucking way.


I start jumping up and down like a maniac. I didn't care how I looked, all I cared about was flagging them down. I would take anyone over that maniac in the cellar, even my dead parents. The car zooms toward me and I feel tears coming from eyes. It was over. It was officially over, I was going to be safe. The car's lights flick off as they slowly drive up to me. I couldn't see the driver as the car comes to a stop, but I could hear the sound of the window rolling down and the engine turning off.


"Hi! I'm so sorry, can you please help me! I was kidnapped by this-" I walk over to the window and stop when I see a gun pointed at me.



"Woah, I'm sorry! Please, I really need your help, I promise I won't be any trouble!"


"You won't be any trouble? Well, why didn't you say so?"



//


I cross my arms and stare out the window of the pickup truck. My legs shake from the anxiety coursing through me and the limited heat coming from the vents wasn't helping the shivers from racking my body. That or the cool metal of the gun pressed to my temple.


"It's funny, you know, I planned everything so carefully too. Every moment we would spend together. You wouldn't be unhappy and I wouldn't get upset. Tell me, Acacia. Do I look upset?" I keep my head turned to the rising sun and trees falling behind us.


"Look at me when I talk to you! Do I look upset?" I look over and the gun is now pressed to the center of my forehead.


"Enraged," I whisper out, staring into the crazed filled eyes once again. Jase cheekily smiles and quickly looks back at the road before back at me. The smile fades and is replaced with a deep scowl.


"I didn't like that little stunt. You thought you were clever? Locking me inside your room and walking out into the cold night. You could have gotten frostbite, my love," I turn my head back to stare at the window. The gun falls from my forehead and pokes me in the shoulder.


"Pouty, are we? Oh, come on, did you really expect to get away from me that easily? Sure, I was careless by leaving the keys in the door. Hell, I was careless for staying in there with you. But I wanted to be with you so badly, my emotions took the best of me," Jase monologues, his voice dripping with liquid anger.


"It was easy to get out of there. I knew something like this was bound to happen. Do you want to know how I escaped, hm? How easy it would have been if you had simply looked behind the bookshelf? Of course, I didn't give you nearly enough time to do so," I let out a cry and slam my hands on my knees. Adrenaline courses through me as I stare over at the madman with fingerprints on his glasses.



"Are you serious? I was there for hours!"


"I know! I know, it would have been so easy! But, you didn't find it. No, little Acacia chose to turn against me and lock me inside my own creation. I didn't enjoy tearing that room apart, Acacia. I hurt my hands for you and you still treat me like I'm some toxic gas," The gun snaps back up at me and I suck in a breathe. The boldness drips out of my body and down to the floorboard as it starts to wave around as he chuckles.



"Oh, look, we're back home! You'll be a lamb for me now, right? Unless you'd like a bullet in that pretty little head of yours, I'd suggest you do as I say," My hand curls into a fist and I clench my jaw. Jace stops the car and turns his body the face me motioning the gun up and down my body.


"Wouldn't it be a shame for both of us. I would treat you so good, like the queen of her own country. All you have to do is listen! That isn't so hard, is it? Just to listen to me and do what I say when I say it," I eye the gun and look down at my hands. A tear drips down from my eyes and lands on my hands. I nod.


Jase gets out first and fiddles with something on the back of the truck. I look up from my hands and over at him, arched over the back and unzipping something. He lays the gun on the side and uses both hands to pick up a needle and a small bottle. I needed to act before it happened again. I wasn't going to be drugged again. I throw open the door and run from the truck, into the wooded area by the concrete area. A loud laugh booms through the forest.


"Hide and seek? You better hope you know what you're doing, sweetheart." 


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