Chapter 13: Betrayal

My hands were trembling, trying to rethink of what I've just read from the little note Michael handed to me. Basically, he wanted me to lie to Dr. Loomis, my boss, into getting him to talk about the location of his little sister. It was too risky, as I could lose my job and possibly...go to jail. I know their trying to keep her from him, they didn't want him to know about her, to seem like she didn't existed; just to keep her safe. To be honest, even though he said he wouldn't put her in harm, I still have doubts in his word...he killed many people without mercy. I am still surprised I am still alive, but, I was the only one in that cruel sanitarium that would support him and show him some sympathy and love. I just felt bad, he is cute, he seemed lonely, and I didn't like how the other fuckers treated him. No one should treat their patients like that, their human beings; their people.

I stared at Michael with widened eyes "Michael...I know what your thinking but its too risky and I can get into trouble" I said firmly. His eyes had a confusion look to them before his brows arched, I knew he was mad. He immediately reached over and tapped the note harshly, multiple times, indicating he wants me to do it. I looked down onto the note and looked up into his green eyes with a worried expression. I didn't say nothing at all. Then, before I can say something, I was being pinned down against the couch with great force. Michael has grabbed my neck and I was being choked to death. Tears started to fall down my corners while I stared straight into his green ones; which now turned into a darker green. I tried to call his name and to tell him to stop but it was useless, being under his hold. Luckily, he let go of me within 10 seconds and I fell hard to the wood floor on my weight; coughing and hacking.

I began to cry and now I felt confused. He tried to hurt me, I thought he loved me and he wouldn't lay a hand on me - he betrayed me. Suddenly, I felt him loom over me and try to pick me up to sit down on the couch, but I refused to be carried by him so my fists starting throwing hard punches in his chest and arms. He didn't even make a sound like if he was in any pain, all he did was go on his knees in front of me and check to see if I was hurt. I shot him a glare and yelled " You almost killed me! I thought you loved me...and now I know that your a monster!". His eyes widened, like if he felt surprised with my sudden lash out and my words. I small whine was all I heard from him and he tried to touch my hair and push it aside, receiving a hard slap to the face in return. He started to breath heavily and turned and looked at me with such hostile; didn't even rub his face from the slap. " I don't want to deal with you right now. Get out of my house!" I yelled at him, pointing at the door. Me and him stared eye to eye for who knows how long before he picked me up without will. "Let me go! Michael what are you do-" I didn't finish as I was thrown out of my thoughts and went into total darkness.

I woke up with a gasp, like if I been poured with ice-cold water. Everything seemed dark and blurry. My eyes couldn't detect my surroundings and my head hurt and was thumping. After my eyes adjusted, I had a feeling that I wasn't in my own house due to the dark room with torn up wall paper, broken shattered glass on the floor, vandalized wood, and the decorations that looked like it belonged to a small boy. What is this place? Where am I? I wondered. I tried to move but my hands were cuff-tied and one of my legs were tied down with rope against one of the bed legs. I was put out of my thoughts by the sound of heavy footsteps. Suddenly, the doorknob was creaking before the door was slammed open, revealing a huge form Michael. Tears already started plastering down my cheeks; he kidnapped me out of my own house and is keeping me as a prisoner. I'm guessing its because of my sudden physical anger towards him and for not agreeing to help him find his sister through Dr. Loomis. Michael walked towards me very slowly, with each heavy step, I stared at him and scooted myself more back. He noticed and he stops walking, tilting his head. I looked at him with confusion "Why am I here? Why did you tie me up and what is this place?" I said, he didn't reply. "Answer me! I know you can talk Michael!" I yelled at him. Suddenly, he spoke "My house" he said with a tone. I was locked inside his childhood home "Why did you tie me up Michael; I thought you loved me" I mumbled, before more tears streamed down. " If you loved me, you will help me find my sister" he said. I replied "That's all you want? Why do you need to find her Michael, she has her own life to live, and she probably doesn't even know you exist!". Michael suddenly towered over me with his evil glare "No! That's not true! I don't care if she is ok. She belongs to me and were family, I need her back!" He growled. "Leave...her...alone! I am not losing my job or going to jail to just help an escaped mental retarded patient, who is a psychopath, just to look for his long-lost sister who probably forgot about you!" I yelled at him, thinking I may have gone to far for what I said. I indeed went to far, as he turned around and his eyes widened and he looked very anger, upper lips turned into a slight snarl; like if he's trying to hold his anger. I noticed he was squeezing his knuckles too hard that their turning white. He was trembling too hard, growling, that was afraid what he was going to do next. I looked at him with frightened eyes "I-I'm sorry Michael, I didn't mean those words I said!" I stuttered, nervously. Suddenly, my body jolted as Michael punched the door so hard that it broke off, leaving shattered wood pieces on the floor, followed by traces of crimson blood dripping from his hand. I widened my eyes with terror at him, he looked at me with such pain in his eyes, before he stormed out of the room, leaving me alone in this dark old place.

****Sorry I took so long to update this story. I've been going through some tough times with family which left me stressed out and not have the eager to write. I also updated my Texas chainsaw story too, if you haven't read that yet. I'll try to update as much as I can...Please be patient and Happy Mother's Day!