Not An Anverage Date Chapter Four :
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story They all belong to Disney, and any other company that owns 'In a Heartbeat. Please review! I never ever met the characters of IN A HEARTBEAT. Read on please! Not supposed to mean anyhing. FICTION people!
"No, WE aren't doing anything besides getting out of here!" Jamie said grabbing her hand and pulling her up.
"What? No, Jamie! What if my mom comes home and it get's her?" Catie said sitting back down, trembling still.
"Well, were does she work?" Jamie asked, plopping onto the couch, head in his hand. His heart was racing and he didn't know what to do. Thoughts raced through his mind.
"PNC Bank." She said, "But, there's no way I'm going there -" but she was cut off by Jamie's reaction on his face. He was starring at something on the wall.
"Jamie, what?" Catie said, squinting her eyes to see what he was doing.
"T - the wall." He said, swallowing hard and looking at the now blood dripped wall.
Catie turned her head to see the wall. "You're Not Getting Out..." She read out loud, "... ALIVE!" she screeched.
Within two seconds they were out the door. Jamie slammed his finger in the door slamming it. Not even thinking to stop to see it.
"Did, did..." she managed while they hopped onto Jamie's motorcycle. "you see that?!"
Jamie looked at her. "Their's something worse in there. That wasn't there when we went into the kitchen to get the blood off of your back!" Jamie said turning on the motorcycle and racing down the streets. By now, it was dark.
They didn't know where they were going. All they knew, is that they wanted to get out of there. Fast.
Jamie had been driving around they block for about ten minutes and realized he had to go somewhere. He stopped the bike off the side of they rode.
"Look, I should really call my mom and tell her we're okay. I told her I'd be home at 6. And it is now..." he glared at his watch, "Seven fourty-five. I'm already grounded, probably."
"How?!" Catie snarled.
"Well, let's just go to my house." His voice was muffed by the reasonably large helmet.
"Why didn't I think of that?" She smiled at him. He nodded and pressed the petal.
A few minutes later they appeared to be in Jamie's driveway. No lights were on and the car was gone.
"Oh my Gosh, Jamie. They're not home! Where could they be?" Catie pulled her leg over the side of the motorcycle and removed her helmet.
"I don't know, Catie but-" he was cut off by her feet, "where are your shoes?" He smiled.
"Oh geez! Jamie! I was out of that house so fast, and there could be a killer on the lose, roaming the streets. Watching our every move, and all you can say is 'Where are your shoes?'?!" She screamed. Jamie jumped.
"Sorry..." Jamie said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up the driveway, "Chicks..." He mummbled under his breath.
Catie hit him playfully on the back, "Hey, I heard that."
When they reacher the top of the stairs of the porch, Jamie pulled Catie into the house, "Okay, I'm pretty sure this house is murderer-detected. Unless he - or she - followed us here."
"Okay, I still say it's Jesse!" Catie said, looking around the house. It had pictures of Jamie and his little brother, Greg. There was a picture of Jamie and his mom on the back porch. She picked it up and smiled. Then she remembered something!
Catie spinned on her heals, "Oh my gosh! Jamie! What about my mom!?!" She screamed, "she'll be home any minute!"
Jamie's eyes grew wide. "Catie! Watch out!" A man with another knife and mase was behind Catie.
It was a tall man. He was about Jamie's age and had dark blonde hair. Jamie couldn't really make out his eye color. He was wearing long black pants and red T-shirt. He was mummbling something under his breath. It sounded like a spell of some sort.
Catie ran out of the mans reach and into Jamie's.
"Catie," the man began, "you're mine."
"Jesse, why?" Catie began, a disgusted look on her face. "Why are you doing this? I never did anything - " She couldn't finish only to be pulled by Jesse to him.
"Get off of her!" Jamie yelled at the top of his lungs, "NOW!!"
"What? You going to order me now? So now I get to kill YOU, too?" Jesse said spinning the knife.
Jamie swallowed hard, he had to be brave with this. "Let her go. I'll call the police and have you arrested." He was calm about it, at first.
Jesse had Catie in a grip and had the knife by her throat and his hand overing her mouth. She sturggled to get away.
"Stuff it, Goth girl!" Jesse forced the knife closer to her throat, if she moved anymore of talked, he would kill her, is what he'd said.
She was crying histarically (i would be too!) and she tried biting him, but stopped after the third threat.
"I let her go, if you give me, " Jesse began. "Her." he said, pointing at a strugling Catie.
Jamie didn't know what to do. He loved Catie. But, he also loved his life, and Caties.
So, he'd eathier give Catie to him, which she'd probably be abused, kicked, cheated on ect. or he could just have them both killed.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?!?!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story They all belong to Disney, and any other company that owns 'In a Heartbeat. Please review! I never ever met the characters of IN A HEARTBEAT. Read on please! Not supposed to mean anyhing. FICTION people!
"No, WE aren't doing anything besides getting out of here!" Jamie said grabbing her hand and pulling her up.
"What? No, Jamie! What if my mom comes home and it get's her?" Catie said sitting back down, trembling still.
"Well, were does she work?" Jamie asked, plopping onto the couch, head in his hand. His heart was racing and he didn't know what to do. Thoughts raced through his mind.
"PNC Bank." She said, "But, there's no way I'm going there -" but she was cut off by Jamie's reaction on his face. He was starring at something on the wall.
"Jamie, what?" Catie said, squinting her eyes to see what he was doing.
"T - the wall." He said, swallowing hard and looking at the now blood dripped wall.
Catie turned her head to see the wall. "You're Not Getting Out..." She read out loud, "... ALIVE!" she screeched.
Within two seconds they were out the door. Jamie slammed his finger in the door slamming it. Not even thinking to stop to see it.
"Did, did..." she managed while they hopped onto Jamie's motorcycle. "you see that?!"
Jamie looked at her. "Their's something worse in there. That wasn't there when we went into the kitchen to get the blood off of your back!" Jamie said turning on the motorcycle and racing down the streets. By now, it was dark.
They didn't know where they were going. All they knew, is that they wanted to get out of there. Fast.
Jamie had been driving around they block for about ten minutes and realized he had to go somewhere. He stopped the bike off the side of they rode.
"Look, I should really call my mom and tell her we're okay. I told her I'd be home at 6. And it is now..." he glared at his watch, "Seven fourty-five. I'm already grounded, probably."
"How?!" Catie snarled.
"Well, let's just go to my house." His voice was muffed by the reasonably large helmet.
"Why didn't I think of that?" She smiled at him. He nodded and pressed the petal.
A few minutes later they appeared to be in Jamie's driveway. No lights were on and the car was gone.
"Oh my Gosh, Jamie. They're not home! Where could they be?" Catie pulled her leg over the side of the motorcycle and removed her helmet.
"I don't know, Catie but-" he was cut off by her feet, "where are your shoes?" He smiled.
"Oh geez! Jamie! I was out of that house so fast, and there could be a killer on the lose, roaming the streets. Watching our every move, and all you can say is 'Where are your shoes?'?!" She screamed. Jamie jumped.
"Sorry..." Jamie said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up the driveway, "Chicks..." He mummbled under his breath.
Catie hit him playfully on the back, "Hey, I heard that."
When they reacher the top of the stairs of the porch, Jamie pulled Catie into the house, "Okay, I'm pretty sure this house is murderer-detected. Unless he - or she - followed us here."
"Okay, I still say it's Jesse!" Catie said, looking around the house. It had pictures of Jamie and his little brother, Greg. There was a picture of Jamie and his mom on the back porch. She picked it up and smiled. Then she remembered something!
Catie spinned on her heals, "Oh my gosh! Jamie! What about my mom!?!" She screamed, "she'll be home any minute!"
Jamie's eyes grew wide. "Catie! Watch out!" A man with another knife and mase was behind Catie.
It was a tall man. He was about Jamie's age and had dark blonde hair. Jamie couldn't really make out his eye color. He was wearing long black pants and red T-shirt. He was mummbling something under his breath. It sounded like a spell of some sort.
Catie ran out of the mans reach and into Jamie's.
"Catie," the man began, "you're mine."
"Jesse, why?" Catie began, a disgusted look on her face. "Why are you doing this? I never did anything - " She couldn't finish only to be pulled by Jesse to him.
"Get off of her!" Jamie yelled at the top of his lungs, "NOW!!"
"What? You going to order me now? So now I get to kill YOU, too?" Jesse said spinning the knife.
Jamie swallowed hard, he had to be brave with this. "Let her go. I'll call the police and have you arrested." He was calm about it, at first.
Jesse had Catie in a grip and had the knife by her throat and his hand overing her mouth. She sturggled to get away.
"Stuff it, Goth girl!" Jesse forced the knife closer to her throat, if she moved anymore of talked, he would kill her, is what he'd said.
She was crying histarically (i would be too!) and she tried biting him, but stopped after the third threat.
"I let her go, if you give me, " Jesse began. "Her." he said, pointing at a strugling Catie.
Jamie didn't know what to do. He loved Catie. But, he also loved his life, and Caties.
So, he'd eathier give Catie to him, which she'd probably be abused, kicked, cheated on ect. or he could just have them both killed.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?!?!