Watching Their Dreams

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Chapter 23

I blink a few times and all I see is darkness. Am I blind now? What did Brock do to me? I try to move my hands to feel my eyes. But they're tied together. I start freaking out, realizing the one thing that is worse than being beaten... I have been kidnapped. Okay, maybe not worse than being beaten, but it's horrible.

I realize that I must be alone because I don't hear anything except for my struggle. I think about what I can do, but there's nothing. Only if Ben was here. I wonder where he is. Does he miss me? Is he even looking for me? God, I hope so.

This is starting to calm me down; thinking about him might get me calm enough to form a plan. So I continue to. I focus on what we were talking about before, what I do.

"How long?" he had asked me.

"Since I was six. Or at least that's what I remember," I answered.

"What was it about?"

"This little boy," I said. "He's our age now, probably. He was walking through a dark tunnel, at first. Then when everything became bright, I realize that I was just a hall or corridor. There was only one door at the end and he couldn't seem to get to it. Then a monster jumped out of the shadows and he woke up. Just a kiddie dream."

"Have you tried not to watch a dream?" he asked.

"Well," I had started, but that was when Charlotte had ran up to us. I would have told him. But it was her fault.

She pulled us apart and that had gotten me kidnapped. Maybe that was her plan all along. She wanted me out of her way, so she "dated" Brock just so he could get to me and kidnap me!

Now that I know her plan, I start thinking about my own plan. If I had something to cut these ropes or whatever they are. I need a blade of some sort. Then, I feel something in my back pocket. Back pocket? What did I put there? Then, It hits me, my survival knife.

My survival knife! I forgot that I put it there for protection! I had gotten that when I was a little girl from my father when we went shopping for my birthday. That was before he started drinking and before he stopped taking his medication. He told me he had gotten it for me in case anything happened to me.

I pull it out of my pocket and start pulling on the saw. I finally get it out of the knife and start sawing at the material around my wrists. I hear a door unlock and I shut my knife and hold it in my hands. I hear the door open and footsteps walk over to me.

"Hello, sweetheart," a male voice breathes into my ear. Brock. It's Brock!

Suddenly, I hear him back up, probably admiring his prize. I start sawing again and the material holding my wrists together becomes limp.

Suddenly, I think of a good way to distract Brock.

"There is no way I am letting your Jimmy near me without a raincoat!" I call to him.
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That last line is from the original books.  Sorta.

 

You have no idea... 
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Chapter 24

"What?" I hear him ask. I pull my hands away from my back and hold the knife out at him, lifting the blindfold I have on. I take in my surroundings, looking out the corners of my eyes, keeping the knife pointed towards him. He grins at me and starts walking towards me.

"Sweetheart, don't be rough," he says. He reaches a hand out to grab my knife and I slash at him. "Ah!" he calls. I hit him. His hand is bleeding where the knife cut him.

"Stay away from me," I say in a shaky voice, my voice cracking at the end.

"Brock? Are you okay?" I hear. Charlotte's voice. She's here too. I nod at him.

"Fine," he calls to her. I point at my feet and he unties them. I stand and keep the knife pointed at him.

"You don't sound fine," she calls and I hear footsteps. I glance to my left and see a gun. I grab it and point it at Brock. I check to see if it's loaded. It is. I push my knife into my pocket as I fold it back. I see her enter the room and there she is.

"Davis?! How did you-" she starts.

"Shut up, you bitch!" I snap at her. "Where am I?"

"The basement of my house," Charlotte says.

"How long have I been here?" I ask. It only feels like I've been here hours but I know I have been here more than that.

"A week," Brock says.

"A week?" I ask.

"Actually, two," Charlotte adds. "You know, Ben isn't at all upset. He's quite happy."

"Lies," I whisper. I pull back the hammer on the gun but keep my finger off of the trigger. I don't want to really kill anyone.

"He's with me now. And he loves me. When we kiss, you can feel the sparks between us. It's an amazing feeling. Ever felt that before?"

"With my boyfriend."

"He gave up on you. He needed someone to comfort him. And, I filled in your place. He doesn't miss you anymore. He loves me. He even told me so." I see her move towards me and try and grab the gun from me.

"Let go!" I exclaim. Suddenly I hear a loud boom. I look down at me and see nothing I look over at Charlotte and she is bleeding. Badly.

"I...I shot myself," Charlotte whispers as I let go of the gun, her finger on the trigger. Blood seeps into her clothes and starts trickling onto the floor. Then she falls, the gun falling from her hands.

"Call for some help!" I yell at Brock, kneeling next to her. Charlotte is dying!
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Boom, dead Charlotte.

 

Even if he thought she was lying, she would probably tell him that she killed Charlotte in self defense.

 

I am sorry to say this, but I am stopping this story for a week. I know: WHAT?!  I will be back to continue this story, but I will be working on Warped Wonderland for a while. Please read Warped Wonderland, since I only have one amazing reader. But, I'll continue this soon.

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