It has been a week since I found those weird bare foot prints. I broke over and called my mom, but she acted like I was insane and just accused me of wanting the neighbor. She said the prints must have been some lady's walk of shame as she left his cabin. Why in the Hell would she could barefoot out this way and into my flowerbed, if it was even a female. It could've been a man. I do not know. I mentioned reporting it and she nearly died laughing. She went on to try to guilt me into going back to Dallas, which I vehemently refused.
My job search the day after that had failed. Even with my fresh haircut, great work history and meticulously planned outfit, I came home with nothing. I have a great resume. I dressed nice. I was professional. Yet everyone knocked me and half wouldn't even pull my applications. It wouldn't shock me if Dallas hadn't put a bad word out for me. His family is quite inf
I barely choke back my own scream to silence the woman. I point to the house and grab Creature as I dash after her. I lock the door and draw all the blinds I motion her to the stairs. She stands there, free of all windows and possibility of being viewed, completely nude and barefoot, arms crossed tightly. I grab a throw off the futon and cloak her as I lead her up to my room. She sobs and clutches me with one hand as soon as we stop. "Let me find you some clothes. What happened?" I go to toss her my cell, but it's gone. "Fuck!" I screech. You don't know what you got, till it's gone! "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I-" "You're fine. It's not you. I dropped my damn phone. Shit. I was going to call the police. I didn't mean to frighten you. Tell me what happened? Are you alright?"  
My mind races a mile a minute. Every breath hurts my head, as a fierce migraine rages through it. My eyes are dry and irritated from crying. I'm guilty, I'm scared, I'm conflicted. I need to get help! I need to get the fuck out of here, but how? What if he has cameras outside? Or he's hidden out there? I have no cellphone, car's dead, keys were stolen by a now dead girl who's name I don't even know to tell the police. I have thought about just opening the door and hitting the woods, following the road from a distance till I can get help. But what about Creature? I can't bare to leave him. If I take him, he would expose me by barking or trying to run. I chance a quick glance out the blinds, just in time to see Trevor with a booster pack hooked to my car. He checks it and waits. Minutes later, he cranks the ignition and leaves the car to run a bit. I am puzzled, as I watch him leaving my
My throat is hoarse and dry from all my screaming and crying. Forvwhst was probably my first hour out here, I went into repetitive panic attacks. The dark and the dead bodies making me even more terrified than I already was. I can hardly see, didn't want to see them, but paranoia convinced me if i looked away they'd move.Sweat trickles all over me, making my skin crawl with the need to wipe it away, but it's hard to maneuver my hands on such short restraints. It's hot. So hot I can hardly breathe, and my dry throat feels like it might close off any seconds. It's hard to make out anything, even though it must still be daylight out, the barn is so dark. I get only a hairline crack of light through the boards.Did I mention that it's the temperature of the sun in here? The heater of whatever sort, and the spring sunshine acts like an incubator inside the barn. I'm sure I'll die before he returns. The heat only amplifies the stench of death,
I come to with a start. I am wild and temporarily confused as I bolt up and grab the bars. Wait? The bars?! My crazed eyes take in my state and I try to stop my impending hyperventilation. I'm in a cage? Like a huge ass metal kennel? My head jars from my dudden movement and I become dizzy, so I ease myself back down to the pillowy floor of whatever this is. What time is it? Where is 'Trevor'? Nevermind that, what happened while I was asleep? I kick the tiny little sheet away and check under the gigantic shirt in panic. Ah. Sweet Jesus. Everything appears unbothered. I shut my mind off there and don't let it wander. I rub my temples and curl up as I look over this contraption, studying it so I can think of how to get out of here. "Still moping?" I have to get into character quickly to stop my narrowing eyes. I glance at the doorway of the room to see 'Trevor' entering.
Kelly and Sasha. My brain keeps repeating, like a mantra. I lay here, nude as the day I was born, just waiting for something to happen. For the other shoe to drop. He lays on the bed, just relaxing as if he has no cares in the world. Like there's not two dead women in his barn and a woman in a glorified dog crate feet away. To add insult to injury, he lays there playing on my phone, and petting my dog! He whistles and it catches my attention, I raise my head while still covering myself. "Hey. You want out?" Yes. No. Another trick question. I know I'm expected to answer, but I have no clue what to say. I try to think of a quick response, something humble sounding to keep up my act. "I'm fine here. Still tired." He gets up anyhow and comes to my cage.
"Who is that fucker?" Bobbi snarls as soon as he is out of ear shot. I'm so sore and tired, I don't even raise my head to her."I don't know his-his name. He has an allias. He admitted it's not his name though." I can't risk telling her his alliasis 'Trevor', but I can tell she won't drop it. I keep my voice low out of paranoia of the camera."Protecting him?""No. Protecting you apparently. Got my ass beat for no reason." I retort."Then why don't you give me his name?""Because I don't fucking know it. Why are you coming at me like this? I am not your enemy. Keep that energy for Fred in there." I whisper angrily. I understand her being scared and upset, but I am not the one she's going to take it out on. Not in the cage, not in this lifetime."I don't know that. I think you are the reason I'm here.""Really?" I raise an annoyed brow."Be
I hear the cries before I even see or hear the blow. I brave my fears and I crsck an eye, only to see him slamming her face over and over into the side of the cage. He finally stops and he looks over at me. His eyes are blown and dark, his pupil dilated and his face blank. He is almost demonic. Try as I may, I can't will myself to stop trembling. He leaves her for a moment there, and I notice her hands are bound, but he freed her feet. She's not tethered to anything, she could run. He exits the room and I try to get Bobbi's attention as I hear the front door close. "Bobbi. You could run. You can get a weapon." I whisper. "My cellphone. You can call police on my cellphone. It was in here." She tries to make it to her feet, fave bloodied and I notice the look on her face. She is in fight or flight mode, her eyes wide and spacey. She looks at me like a predator. "You really thi
I constantly tossed and turned, begging every God I could name to stay asleep. I don't want to wake. Being awake has consequences, I have to face my troubles and I'd much rather avoid them all. Sleep makes me feel safe. It's my only escape. I had a dream several days ago like Astral projection. I could be mentally free, and I could go wherever I wanted. I was safe and free! But when I came back to my body, I was dead and rotting in the barn beside Bobbi. It was the night I had killed her, and I came to screaming and hyperventilating. I got two strikes across my bottom for disturbing his slumber, but once he realized I was 'cracking' he softened his stance and offered me sleeping pills and a warm glass of milk. I even got a blanket, all because I said thank you. Now, I'd give anything for more. It felt so surreal, so good to get away from my own mind. To fall into the deep, blac