KATHERINE BLACK - PART 8

[ I DON’T TRUST YOU! ] 

Sunday, 8th April 2018

I felt my head hurt. I wanted to touch my head but I couldn’t. I slowly opened my eyes. I saw my hands had been tied on the chair’s arm rest. My legs too were tied to the chair’s leg. I tried to loosen the tie but I failed. I looked around to figure out where was I. It was a dark room. Just a light from a bulb that was hung in the middle of room. It looked like a basement.

I saw someone stood across me. I narrowed my eyes to look who was that. Suddenly, door opened. I closed my eyes because the light was glowing and hit my sight. When I opened my eyes, the room became light. I saw the man walked to me with a smile.

“Are you awake princess?” the man stood in front of me. I couldn’t help but I started to cry. I felt betrayed. The man in front of me bent down and wiped my tears. “Why are you crying princess?” he asked in concerned. I shoved my face from his hand. He stood up.

“Don’t you dare to touch me again, Carl!” I scolded him, I narrowed my eyes. He smiled at me. I felt annoyed and in rage when seeing his face. “And don’t you dare to call me like that!”

“Like what? Princess? Baby? Honey?” he looked at me. “I can call you whatever I want. Because you are mine and just belong to me.” He laughed. I think he became crazy.

“I will never be yours!” I gazed at his eyes with a full of rage.

“We will see. Oh, I forget to show you something. I hope you like it.” He moved aside. I frowned. OMG. John was tied without cloth, hands in the air. His face and body had blood and bruise. Also, there were slices on his abdomen. He’s unconscious.

“What are you doing to him?” I started to cry.

“Save you from him. He is a dangerous person you know?” he walked to John. He slapped John’s face. Then he looked at me. “You know, he has a crush on you. So I’m keeping you from this playboy.” I couldn’t understand what he said. I scowled.

“So, you killed all of them because you are jealous of them?” I asked. If yes, he was totally insane.

“I killed them because they are all bad. They bullied you, they make you mad. They didn’t respect you. They can risk your life. So I must find a way to help you.” He looked at me like he was innocent.

“Are you helping me by KILLING people?” I scolded him. “I never ask you to do that. You are not Carl who I knew before. Carl who I knew hates violence and he is kind. You are totally different.” I said and looked at my lap. He laughed. I tilted my head.

“Of course you never ask. Do you want to know a secret? I’m not Carl.” He grinned at me.

“What? What did you do to Carl? Where is he?” I asked in rage, tried to free myself. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I want to kill him badly now. He laughed again but this time louder and evil than before.

“I send him to hell. Thanks to him. Because of him, I get you.” He walked around me and stopped at my right. “He’s dead.” He whispered in my ear. My tears fell to my cheeks.

“Who are……?” now he stood in front of me.

“Who am I? I’m your 2 years boyfriend, Cage White.” He pulled the chair from the corner and sat across me. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe this. I hope this is just a nightmare or one of the TV show pranks. But . . .

“Let me tell you about my lifeline. It started when I saw you at the college. You are my first love. Every day, I stalked you. For some years. And I stopped. I was jailed for a murder. I killed my parents. I hate them, they never love me. They just love Carl. They’ll give anything to Carl. Not me! Yes, I lied to you. I live as a prisoner for 5 years. When I was released, I went everywhere to find you. But I failed. I started to give up, until one night. The night when you were with Carl.

I followed you to your house. I heard that Carl asked you to be you girlfriend and you agreed. That makes me mad and betrayed. After that, I follow him to his house and killed him. Starting from that day, I live as Carl that you love so much. Starting that night, I promise myself that I will protect you. For your information after I killed my family I felt addicted and not regret for the thing that I had done. So . . . I started to kill your enemies and the bully.”

He finished his story, stood up from the chair and walked to the table. He took a small blade.

“What do you want to do?” I was curious. I felt afraid.

“Don’t worry I will not kill you. I never kill the person who I love.”

He pulled up my sleeve.

“I just love to mark things that are belong to me. Maybe it will hurt a little but not longer.” 

He ran the blade on my arm. He wrote something on my hand.

By: The Owl/2020

~to be continued~