Hidden Treasures and Traps Chapter 21
By The Stylish Elf
Disclaimer: I don't own them, not even a little.
Author's note: I am finishing this story soon and have already started a second. It's a crossover with Supernatural in case you want to take a peek. Thanks for reading!
BlueEyedAuthor : Here we go! This chapter was a little tricky to write. I hope it's not too cheesy. =)
Thanks to my new beta I'm learning lots!!!
Also at the end of this chapter is a note about the CSI NY annual fanfiction awards. Please read and nominate your favs!
This is the forum link: .net/forum/CSI_NY_Fanfiction_Awards_2009/60431/
Michael flopped on the couch. It wasn't really bothering her that this Leslie was her biological father. At least she hoped it was just not bothering her. She would hate to all of a sudden have a breakdown. Michael couldn't think of him, or that other woman as her parents. She was adopted, but they were and always would be her family. She loved her parents and was grateful to them for the wonderful upbringing she'd had. She would think of no one else as her parents. It wasn't possible, she had been too well loved. Thinking of being loved, she should really call her Grandmother. Popping in to the bedroom she quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As she moved to the phone there was a knock at her door. She opened the door and smiled at the man with the room service cart.
He smiled brightly at her. "Where would you like it?"
"Just in the sitting room please." She moved out of the doorway to her purse. Taking out a five dollar bill she turned. The money dropped from her hand as she stared at the face of a monster.
"Hello darling daughter. My how you've grown up!"
Forcing out the words Michael was struggling to stay standing. "What do you want?"
"Don't you want to spend time with your father?"
Feeling sick to her stomach Michael continued to return his stare. "My father and Mother died in a car crash, you made sure of it."
Stepping away from the room service cart he moved to the desk with the phone. He easily ripped the phone's cord from the wall. Michael shuddered. "Now Michael, don't be like that. I made sure you were raised by nice people. If your mother hadn't been so curious, you'd still have them. I had to protect myself."
Anger started to give Michael strength and she used it, fueling it. "Protect yourself? You are a sick man who kills women for pleasure. You weren't protecting yourself, you weren't threatened, you were hiding the fact that you're twisted, that you are the threat. You're an insecure little man who couldn't function in the real world, so you made a world for yourself. One where you're important, special, thing is it's only resident is you!" Michael looked around for a weapon, the choices were slim. Deciding the best shot was the letter opener beside the lamp she moved towards the desk.
Leslie moved forward, closer to the couch. "You know after I killed your mother, your biological mother that is, I actually cried. I sat down in the middle of the room and really cried. You were in the car. Your mother always brought you, even though I told her not to. She thought one day we would be a happy little family. Most of the time you just slept in the car, but the last time you were crying. Your mother couldn't leave you out there crying, someone might have called the cops. She brought you in to the room. You were still crying. She started hitting you over and over again. I was stunned. When she finally stopped she shoved you in the bathroom. She turned back like nothing had happened. She had just beat you, tiny little you, and then she expected us to return to our game. You were still crying in the bathroom. I handcuffed her to the bed, we had a safe word, she used it within a couple of minutes. I found something, could have been a sock or something. I shoved it in her mouth and kept going. All I could see was the red marks her hand had left on you. After a while I looked down, she was gone. That's when I cried."
Michael felt like she couldn't breath. "Are you telling me you were protecting me?"
"I don't expect you to believe me. I'm not delusional. Back then you were a little angel. She and I were the devil. We never deserved you. Kyle and Emily were the best people I knew. I brought you to them. They had been trying to have a baby. I still intended to come back for you. That damned Texas Ranger wouldn't give up! After six months I gave up on the idea of having you with me. I told Kyle and Emily your mother had overdosed and they jumped at the thought of adopting you. So that's what we did."
Michael shook her head. "So then what about those other women? What did they do wrong?"
Leslie looked at her strangely. "Don't you see? They were mothers, bad mothers! They didn't care about their children. How could they? They left them to go have sex with strangers! A good parent sacrifices for their children! Always puts their children first!"
Leslie was getting upset, but Michael couldn't stop herself. "And trying to kill me? Or Mr. Chase? Was that because we're bad people?"
Suddenly Leslie looked sad. "No dear child, I panicked. Your friends are good, they even found the farm. They'll find the bodies. Then no more games….."
Michael realized this guy felt like a trapped animal. There was nothing more dangerous then a cornered predator, they were unpredictable. Had he come here to make her his last kill? To end with the child that had started it all? She frantically thought of ways to get out, but all thoughts stopped when she watched him pull out the gun.
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