Untouched[19]

My eyes fluttered open and it was dark. I was in the same place he left me, sprawled over the couch. As I realized that what had happened wasn’t just another horrible nightmare, I softly cried to myself. I didn’t want to wake him up. I rearranged myself so I was laying on the couch, my hands behind me touching the back of the couch and I looked around. The house looked more mess up than it was before. The plant on the table was dumped out and there were clods of dirt sticking all over the walls. I heard Kyle’s snores coming from behind me and I quickly went back to the way I was. If he caught me where he hadn’t left me, I had a feeling that hell would have to be paid in order for me to survive.

I took a deep breath in and shut my eyes tightly as I heard him stand behind me. I felt him run a finger down my spine and I felt my toes curl with fear.

Kyle bent down and whispered in my ear, “Wake up my slave.”

I cringed and opened my eyes slightly. I looked up at him and felt him caress my cheek. I kept my eyes open to keep the tears from falling and looked up at him, letting my eyes plead with his.

“Why are you doing this to me Kyle? I thought what we had was special?” I begged, trying to play along with his game.

“Special? You think this is special?” he huffed. “You’re a dumb bitch with a tight cat down there. I don’t need you for anything else but that.”

“That’s all I am?” I started to cry, trying to get him to pity me and let me go.

“That’s all you are. Cry bitch, cry!” Kyle screamed at me, before I heard glass shatter and Kyle’s body slump to the floor. I thought it was Aaron, but I was wrong. It was Justine.

“Quickly! We have to get out of here!” she whispered to me as she picked me up and rushed me over to the corner with my clothes. She began dressing me quickly and I shook my head, confused.

“You came back. Why?” I asked through my tears of joy.

“Because you were right. You’re my best friend and you’ve always been there for me,” Justine said, helping me put a sweatshirt over my handcuffed body. “A sadistic creep like Kyle isn’t worth it.”

“Sadistic am I?” I heard him ask. I turned around and he had Justine in a chokehold. “Now you can see your friend die right before your eyes.” I shook my head and begged him.

“Please Kyle! Please! Kill me! This is my fault, not hers!” I sobbed. Kyle bound her to a chair and shoved a sock in her mouth. I bit my lip and kept crying because I knew there was no way I could help.

“You know, if you think about it, this is her fault. She introduced us, she killed herself in a way,” he whispered to me, his disgusting voice oozing in my head. “It’s her fault. Now watch or you’ll be next.” I shook my head and he punched me. I spit out two of my molars and looked up. Justine was crying and her mascara was streaming down her face. Kyle had disappeared but I didn’t know where. I looked and saw him crouching behind the couch, searching for something. When he resurfaced, he was carrying the knife I had brought in to kill him with. I shook my head and cried harder and harder. I saw Justine start to shake on the chair and I prayed to God that he wouldn’t let this happen. I saw the glint of the knife near Justine’s face and I closed my eyes. The next thing I felt was liquid splatter on my face. I opened my eyes to see Justine’s throat spurting blood at me as the color in her face drained and her screaming ceased. I cried harder and harder and thought I was never going to get out of there. That was until I heard the sirens.

“Kyle Longing come out of the house with your hands up! You’re surrounded!” I heard someone yell through a megaphone. I sighed with relief and stayed put as the SWAT team barge through the door and come down the stairs quickly. Kyle’s eyes never left me as they handcuffed him and dragged him outside. I was set free and I rushed to the window to see if Aaron was outside. Kyle was looking up at me from the car and I backed away from the window quickly, right into Aaron.

“Oh my God!” Aaron relished, “Thank God you’re alright!” He held me in a tight embrace.

“Oh Aaron! I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry!” I cried through my sobs.

“Shh,” he cooed in my ear. “It’s alright now. He’s gone. I’m here.” He rubbed my back and a paramedic brought me a blanket and some warm clothes to change into. “Do you want help?” Aaron asked. I shook my head and went into the kitchen to change. Once changed, I headed back into the living room where a lawyer and Aaron awaited to escort me out to the car.

“Anything you want to say to the press?” the lawyer asked me.

“I’ve never felt so safe than I do now,” I whispered as I cuddled into Aaron’s shoulder and fell asleep on his shoulder.