The Truth Comes Out Eventually
Chapter 13

I sit up and stare at him, shocked. He gives me a sweet smile. "Hi Baby." He says in a soothing tone.  He runs his fingers through my hair and I start to cringe. "How, how did you get in here?" I move my head so he can't touch my hair. "I took a key, a while ago. It was sitting on the counter and I took it." It takes me a minute to process that. "So, you just, took the key?" "Yup." he starts laughing. "So, is your little room mate home?" He still has a soothing quality to his voice. He moves behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. I tense up. "No, he went to the library." I answer quickly. "Going to the library, ha." He keeps massaging. "Relax will you, are you working today?" It's hard to speak with his fingers digging into my back. "No, I took the day off because I'm not feeling good." I look down. "Aw why sweetie?" I turn my head towards his, "Because of you." He stops massaging and leans in and whispers in my ear. "I love you, do you love me?" I have to satisfy him so I say, "Mmhmm." He lets go of my shoulders and turns me towards him. "I said, do you love me." His voice is no longer soothing, it's harsh. "Yes, yes I love you." I can tell he wasn't convinced. "You're staying in here until you learn you're lesson." He crosses his arms and smiles. I run to the door but he beats me to it. "The door locks from the inside stupid." I say as he holds the door shut. He pulls out a knife, pushes me up against the wall, and I can feel the cold knife up against my throat. "Where, did you get that?" I squeak. "From your kitchen. If you don't do as I say I will kill you right here, right now." I smile a bit, "Then you'll go to jail." He presses the knife tighter. "And when I get out you're little room mate will be dead too." He puts the knife in his back pocket, grabs my hair and slams my head up against the wall at least three times. After the third hit I black out. I wake up with a throbbing headache. I probably have a concussion. When my eyes adjust I look around me. I'm in a small closet. I stand up, dizzily, and try to open the door. Damn, it's locked. I'm trapped in here. I bang on the door. "Hello! Brett! Brett, where are you!?" I curl up in a ball on the floor and start crying. I'll never get out of here.

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