ready to go when I heard footsteps on the porch, that must be Oliver, I thought. I walked into the living room and the front door was open, that is weird I thought, I could have sworn that I locked that door when Tom left.
Just then, my lights flickered and then finally went out altogether. Shit, what is going on? It is not storming, and the wind is not even blowing. I suddenly felt sick, horribly nauseated and about to lose my mind completely until suddenly, I smelled bourbon. I knew that smell anywhere; it was the cheapest bourbon around. Max had a lot of money, but he was a cheap son of a bitch and bought the cheapest least expensive bourbon there was. I ran down the hall and told Belle to hide under her bed and not to make a sound; she thought we were playing a game. I locked her door behind me and went back into the hallway.
Max, you bastard! He had found me, how did he find me? I heard the door to my bedroom close. “Who’s there?” I called. “Whoever you are, I don’t have any money and my boyfriend is the sheriff who just so happens to be on his way over here,” I shouted loudly. I heard footsteps followed by his laughs. Ugh that laugh. I hated him with every fiber of my being. It made my skin crawl.
“Oh Gracie, baby did you miss me? I sure missed you and playtime is over, it is time to come home darling,” Max said. I took a deep breath, I can do this. I can face him.
“Screw you Max, I do not belong to you anymore, I never did and I left for a reason. You cannot do the things to people that you did to me, it’s over,” I yelled.
His silhouette came into view, and he was skinny, sickly looking, as if he had been drinking himself to death. “Oh Gracie, it’s not over until I say it’s fucking over! Do you understand me? However, you are right, it is over, and it will be for you tonight. I am done searching for you, and I will take Belle with me and you will be out of the way, for good,” He laughed. I ran, ran as fast as I could back to my bedroom to try for the window to yell for help. He must not know Annabelle is here.
He chased me into the bedroom where I tried to slam the door on him. He was too strong, he was always too strong and I could never get away. Why was this happening again? He flew the door open sending me flying into the bedpost; he grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and wrapped his hands around my neck. It was as if I was back there, six months ago. I thought the nightmare had ended.
I was so wrong, it would never end until I was dead, that was all he wanted. I fought as long as I could, I kicked, screamed, and begged, but it was no use, I surrendered to the darkness and let go.
That was the last thing I remembered. It is a funny feeling, strange and terrifying feeling, knowing you might be breathing your last breath, knowing that no matter how hard you fought, you were just not strong enough, what would become of my Belle, and Oliver, who would take care of them.
CHAPTER 11
“Grace! Can you hear me? Grace,” Oliver shouted. Was I dreaming? Was I dead? I could hear muffled voices. It was like an echo, but where is it coming from? I slowly opened my eyes, is this real; I was in a bed, a hospital bed. I looked around the room and saw Oliver, Oh, thank goodness, wait am I seriously dead, and how did I get here? “Oliver, what is going on? Why am I in a hospital bed?” I said confused. “Grace, do you not remember,” Oliver said.
NO, I remember all right, Max’s crazy ass showed up and killed me. “I remember Oli,” My voice cracked. I had a sense of dread wash over me, I was so afraid. No matter how much I tried to tell myself I was not, I was terrified. “Oli where is Max? What happened to me?” I was panicking having a real panic attack; I was losing my shit
Just then, my lights flickered and then finally went out altogether. Shit, what is going on? It is not storming, and the wind is not even blowing. I suddenly felt sick, horribly nauseated and about to lose my mind completely until suddenly, I smelled bourbon. I knew that smell anywhere; it was the cheapest bourbon around. Max had a lot of money, but he was a cheap son of a bitch and bought the cheapest least expensive bourbon there was. I ran down the hall and told Belle to hide under her bed and not to make a sound; she thought we were playing a game. I locked her door behind me and went back into the hallway.
Max, you bastard! He had found me, how did he find me? I heard the door to my bedroom close. “Who’s there?” I called. “Whoever you are, I don’t have any money and my boyfriend is the sheriff who just so happens to be on his way over here,” I shouted loudly. I heard footsteps followed by his laughs. Ugh that laugh. I hated him with every fiber of my being. It made my skin crawl.
“Oh Gracie, baby did you miss me? I sure missed you and playtime is over, it is time to come home darling,” Max said. I took a deep breath, I can do this. I can face him.
“Screw you Max, I do not belong to you anymore, I never did and I left for a reason. You cannot do the things to people that you did to me, it’s over,” I yelled.
His silhouette came into view, and he was skinny, sickly looking, as if he had been drinking himself to death. “Oh Gracie, it’s not over until I say it’s fucking over! Do you understand me? However, you are right, it is over, and it will be for you tonight. I am done searching for you, and I will take Belle with me and you will be out of the way, for good,” He laughed. I ran, ran as fast as I could back to my bedroom to try for the window to yell for help. He must not know Annabelle is here.
He chased me into the bedroom where I tried to slam the door on him. He was too strong, he was always too strong and I could never get away. Why was this happening again? He flew the door open sending me flying into the bedpost; he grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and wrapped his hands around my neck. It was as if I was back there, six months ago. I thought the nightmare had ended.
I was so wrong, it would never end until I was dead, that was all he wanted. I fought as long as I could, I kicked, screamed, and begged, but it was no use, I surrendered to the darkness and let go.
That was the last thing I remembered. It is a funny feeling, strange and terrifying feeling, knowing you might be breathing your last breath, knowing that no matter how hard you fought, you were just not strong enough, what would become of my Belle, and Oliver, who would take care of them.
CHAPTER 11
“Grace! Can you hear me? Grace,” Oliver shouted. Was I dreaming? Was I dead? I could hear muffled voices. It was like an echo, but where is it coming from? I slowly opened my eyes, is this real; I was in a bed, a hospital bed. I looked around the room and saw Oliver, Oh, thank goodness, wait am I seriously dead, and how did I get here? “Oliver, what is going on? Why am I in a hospital bed?” I said confused. “Grace, do you not remember,” Oliver said.
NO, I remember all right, Max’s crazy ass showed up and killed me. “I remember Oli,” My voice cracked. I had a sense of dread wash over me, I was so afraid. No matter how much I tried to tell myself I was not, I was terrified. “Oli where is Max? What happened to me?” I was panicking having a real panic attack; I was losing my shit
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