"I had just spooned with Charles Manson's Spawn"

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Chapter 4

Lucas used to come over almost every afternoon after school and eat my food.

It was the one thing that stood out to me the most looking back.

He would come in the house like he owned the place. Walk over to the kitchen open the right cabinet, the one with the paint chipping off of it, and grab the box that was dead center.

Lucas would then sit down at the counter open the box. He would reach inside and after a moment his hand would be withdrawn and he'd pop a Lucky Charms marshmallow into his mouth. The pieces of cereal that wasn't a marshmallow would get thrown at me.

I used to get so upset. First of all Lucky Charms were my favorite. In fact when I did eat them I purposely avoided the marshmallows so that after a few days I'd be able to enjoy the marshmallows by themselves happily. So the fact that he would stoop so low to eating my favorite part about the cereal, especially since he knew they were my favorite, make so so pissed I saw red.

Secondly the fact he would throw the plain pieces of cereal at me drove me mad. They would fall to the ground and get everything all messy. I hated messes. With a passion. It actually made me nuts. He knew that too.

Thirdly he'd be in my house. Invading my privacy. Mocking me constantly.

Lucas is and was the biggest pain in the ass you'd ever meet. 

He was worse than an STD.

But before he got locked up he never really seemed dangerous. He was just mean. He would say cruel things that he knew would make me mad.

But I hated to say it I never thought he'd actually physically hurt me.

I've never considered I'd be in a life or death situation. I'm not one to live on the edge. I took no enjoyment out of cheap thrills.

Or at least I hadn't.

I wouldn't realize till I had a sharp blade pressed to my jugular that I had been missing out on one important thing in my life.

Excitement.

Let me tell you something: I can't necessarily say it was something I wanted in my life. Nor can I say it was something I wanted to keep in my life.

In fact I was perfectly content on boring.

I had nothing to complain about in my life.

I was blonde, beautiful, talented and smart.

There was no point in modesty because that's how my life was. I had a mother I didn't hate and I was quite blessed. I wasn't some tragic human being. I strived to be perfect because my life was in fact that.

Or at least it had been.

I felt my blood rush through my body, I could feel my veins pulsate. The adrenaline was coursing through me.

My eyes met his. He was lying next to me, his face directly across from mine. His arm was extended out in front of me. The silver shine of the blade glowed in the moonlight. I felt it gently pressing against the sensitive skin against my neck.

Lucas demon eyes meeting mine.

I calculated quickly and decided that Lucas would come out of this 95% for his favor. I had a merely 5% chance to get out of this unscarred whether physically or mentally. Either way I was 100% screwed.

"Hello my darling. You look like you've seen a ghost." He flashed his teeth at me, his pearly whites shinning in the moonlight.

"Lucas." I managed to choke out. Despite the fact I thought I might pee my pants in terror I had to keep it together. I wouldn't let him see me freaked out. I wouldn't let him see me sweat.

"How you doing?" He said so calmly. It was as though he wasn't pressing a knife against my throat. What an ass.

"I'm wonderful." I sad sarcastically.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment. Neither of us speaking. Everything fell into a frozen moment. Then he smiled. That devil smile, the one that reminded me of Satan himself.

I waited for him to say something. But he never did. He just laid there, right next to me in bed with a smile on his face and a knife at my throat.

I swallowed nervously. I hope my gut was right: Lucas would threaten me, he would emotionally scar me, but he would never physically hurt me...

"What do you want?" I finally asked, my question cutting through the silence.

Lucas's eye lit up in excitement. He had been waiting for me to respond. "Well my sweet little Candy I was wondering if I could crash here." I felt the world go cold around me. He was a freaking idiot. He is holding a knife to my throat just for a place to sleep. "Now before you say anything," he said before I could speak "just listen. You're really in no position to say no. After all I'm not sure your very practical mind would let you risk the chance I would in fact use this knife to slice your throat open and say no. So just nod and agree, this way you won't get hurt and I won't get dirty from your blood."

I didn't. "Why?" I asked.

He tilted his head, in the same way a curious puppy would. As though he wasn't expecting my question. "Well..." He drifted off for a moment. "I don't feel comfortable sleeping in my own bed. It's...weird. Nothing feels right."

"See a therapist."

"I do my love. It's part of the conditions of my release."

"What about your 10:00pm curfew. This is clearly breaking those conditions. And what do you mean it doesn't feel right? Oh I get it. You miss your bunk buddy. Nothing feels right for you if your not getting a big giant penis up your butt. Miss anal that much? Let me tell you something I am not going to help you out." He didn't say anything. Just smiled.

I was so sick of his smug little smile. So I went on. "Lucas, really what are you playing at? Do your parents know your here? What about the tracker on your ankle? Yea I saw it. It's not on any more. What would I tell my mother if she caught you in here? And why the hell would you think I would help you?"

He just smiled and pressed the knife into my skin harder. I gasped shocked. Lucas what were you thinking.

"My darling Candy stop asking questions. Eventually you'll ask the wrong one and you don't want to know what I'll do to you when you do."

"You're not sleeping here." I said as firmly as I could. Though as the blade shone in the moonlight I knew he'd win. My adrenaline rush was already dissipating and I was starting to feel faint.

Lucas sensed my weakness and smiled. "You're afraid."

"No I'm not." I lied through my teeth.

He sighed as though I was the one being difficult. Fucker. "Okay let's end this. Since you're being ridiculously stubborn listen close. Candice you'll let me sleep here for as long as I'd like. You will not tell anyone. Not your mother, not the police, not even your fucking diary which is on your book shelf hidden behind Twilight. Yes I know exactly where it is." He smiled wider. "If you do I'll not only slice your throat open I'll rip your mothers insides out and feed them to you."

My eyes widened. He would never hurt my mother. He liked her. They got along. He would never hurt my mother. He would have never hurt my mother.

I kept repeating it over and over in my head.

The truth was I didn't know what he'd do. I wouldn't ever know. He was unpredictable.

Whether or not he liked my mom, she was a tool, a piece of a chess board. Something he used to reach his goals. Something he'd sacrifice to win whatever twisted game he was playing.

I felt fear. Pure terror ran through me. I felt it as though it was prickling needles, poking at the surface.

"Fine." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't hear a thing the blood was pumping through me so hard.

He sighed and slowly lowered his arm, the knife no longer resting at my throat. He looked so casual. "And here thought I was going to have to resort to eating all the marshmallows out of your Lucky Charms. And that would be kinda extreme if you know what I mean." He said. His face dead serious.

Did he seriously think I cared more about my cereal than my mothers and my own life?

Did he really think that would have been the trump card?

He was delusional.

"I hate you." I spat out.

He just giggled like a little boy. He just encircled his arms around my body, pressing his to mine. "My little Candy I wouldn't have it any other way."

And as though nothing had happened he fell asleep just like that.

I don't think it needed to be said but I didn't even get a second of sleep. I couldn't even move. I spent the whole night in his arms. I think I was shell shocked because I didn't even struggle under his hold.

In fact I was comfortable.

Mother fucker.

Before I knew it it was 4:30 and my alarm went off.

Right as it did my whole body seemed to unfroze.

I realized in horror I had just spooned with Charles Manson's spawn and I didn't hate it.

What would my poor father in heaven think of my now?

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