A/N: This is where the story lives up to its genre. I have to warn you—some of the events are terrible. That's the point of horror…and Colin fans shouldn't read this…
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Chapter 4 – Losing Control
Amy and Ephram reluctantly broke away from their kiss when kids started fleeing in panic out the door.
"Wendell's parents are here! Run!" Someone yelled.
Amy grabbed Ephram's hand and they ran together through the nearest exit.
Wendell held his forehead in pain as he slowly walked downstairs. "Shit. I am so dead…they came home early…"
His parents walked through the front door. Anger and disappointment were written all over their faces. "You're grounded, young man. You can start cleaning up this mess now." Wendell's father said angrily.
Wendell sighed in despair. "Yes sir…"
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Amy and Ephram were running through the woods that were located behind Wendell's house. They finally stopped out of breath in front of a lake. There was a full moon out…the moonlight reflected in the still water. Fireflies were glowing here and there…
"Pretty." Amy said when she caught her breath.
"Yeah." Ephram replied.
Amy turned to face him, staring him in the eye. "Ephram…Today I found out that…well…I love you."
Ephram smiled. "I've loved you since the day we met…but I'm sure you already knew that."
"Yeah. You kind of made it obvious…" Amy chuckled; returning the smile.
Ephram moved in and held her close; she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed again in the secluded moonlit area.
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Colin frowned when he saw the front door to his house open. He ran up to the porch and saw Dr. Abbott passed out on the floor. "Tsk, tsk…An uninvited guest. Looks like he got what he deserved." Colin looked up at his parents, who were hanging lifelessly in roped nooses from the living room ceiling. "Mom-Dad, aren't you going to welcome me home? ...Guess not. That's what you get for trying to punish me." He smirked evilly as he went inside and shut the door.
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"How was the party?" Andy asked Ephram from the sofa.
"It was fine." Ephram couldn't hide his happiness. "So where's Delia?"
"I put her to sleep. She was tired. The medicine I've been giving her to kill the pain has that effect." Andy replied.
Ephram sat down on the sofa next to his father.
"You want the remote?" Andy asked.
Ephram shook his head. "No. You go ahead." He was in such a good mood—it didn't matter what he watched.
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Dr. Abbott awoke to find himself gagged and firmly tied to a chair in front of the Hart's fireplace. He didn't move…instead he pretended that he was still unconscious.
Colin was in the kitchen nearby. He picked up the phone and called Amy.
Amy was in her room when the phone rang. Rose answered the phone downstairs. "Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. Abbott. It's Colin. Is Amy there?"
Amy ran downstairs. "Who is it Mom?" She asked; secretly hoping it was Ephram…No such luck.
Rose lifted up her index finger signaling Amy to give her a minute. "Yes…Is Harold there?"
"Yes he is. As a matter of fact he's with my parents right now." Colin glanced back at Dr. Abbott who wasn't moving.
"Okay, here's Amy." Rose frowned as she handed the phone to Amy. "It's your ex." She whispered, before leaving Amy to her phone call in private.
"Colin, we're through. I don't love you anymore." Amy practically hissed into the phone.
"Hey, hey, hey now wait up. I've got some love from Nicole—you've got some from Ephram, so now we're even. Let's just put this behind us and start over. Come on, baby. We've been through too much to let it end like this."
"Don't give me that. I don't like the person you've become. I love someone else now."
"Give me another chance. I can change."
"That's the thing—you have changed. You're constantly changing. It freaks me out. I told you we should cool it off, and then you go screwing around with Nicole…Why don't you just stay with her and leave me alone. Stop calling me." Amy hung up the phone and unplugged it for good measure. "Mom! Where are Dad and Bright?" She walked into the living room to her mother.
"You're father is at the Hart's and Bright is on a date." Rose replied.
"Dad's over there! Why?" Amy looked furious as she spoke.
"He's coming home soon. He just wants to talk with Colin's parents about his condition." Rose explained.
"Ugh!" Amy ran upstairs to her room.
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Colin screamed, "Fuck! Fuck this. If I can't have her—No one will." He started opening the kitchen drawers until he found a huge, sharp butcher knife.
Dr. Abbott's eyes went wide in fear. He wasn't facing in Colin's direction but he knew exactly what he was up to.
Colin licked the flat part of the blade. "Killing people is so much fun. I think I'll call it a hobby." He cackled insanely as he stepped out the door and slammed it behind him.
Dr. Abbott struggled in the chair, attempting to get free. Eventually he tipped over and fell on his side. It was hopeless. He was trapped.
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Wendell was in his room, tired from cleaning up his house, and feeling sick from the over-consumption of alcohol. Yet, he was sober. He got up and looked out the window. "What the hell..?" He saw Colin walking down the darkened street heading to Amy's house with a knife. Wendell immediately grabbed his phone and called Ephram.
Ephram got up from the sofa and ran to get the phone.
"Ephram! Dude, you're not going to believe this, but Colin is walking to Amy's house right now with a knife. No joke."
"What?! Wendell are you still drunk? Having a hallucination?"
"No, man. Please. You have to stop him." A look of fear flashed over Wendell's face as he spoke into the phone.
"Why don't you call the police?" Ephram asked nervously.
"I'm giving you the chance to play hero. If you save Amy's life—it'll definitely score you some points in the romance department. Plus, I'm grounded and suffering from a killer hangover. My mind's all messed up…it's in your hands now." Wendell hung up.
Terrified, Ephram called the police…It was a no-go. The line was busy. Then he called Amy…but the line was dead. She had unplugged the phone earlier…
Andy was in the bathroom, so Ephram took this chance and quickly snuck out the door.
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Colin rang the doorbell of the Abbott's house.
Moments later, Rose answered. "Hello Colin. Amy's actually not feeling well--" She stopped short when she noticed the knife gleaming in his hand. A twisted grin formed on his lips.
Horrified, Rose started to close the door, but Colin violently pushed it open and punched her square in the face, knocking her to the ground—she shrieked. He quickly gagged her with a handkerchief that was in his pocket and tied her hands and feet together with rope that he had carried around his shoulder.
At that moment, Amy started coming downstairs. "Mom, who is it?…Oh my god." When she realized what was going on, she started running back upstairs.
Colin shoved Rose into a closet and chased after Amy. "Come on Amy. I just want to talk."
Amy ran into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her—locking it. Colin slid the knife through the slit in the door and easily broke in. Amy screamed and ran to her bedroom window, but Colin quickly grabbed her and forced her onto the bed, dropping the knife on the floor. Amy kicked him hard in between his legs…he punched the side of her face.
"Feisty now, aren't we?" Colin sneered.
Amy started kicking and screaming for help as Colin began tying her hands and feet to the bedposts. He was much stronger than she was, so her attacks were useless against him. "I always wanted our first time to be special, Amy." He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, grabbing her chin tightly to hold her face in place.
Her eyes were red, burning tears streamed down her face. Colin straddled her hips and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Colin…Don't. Please…" Amy desperately pleaded for him to stop.
"Get off her now, psycho!" A familiar voice shouted.
Colin stopped what he was doing and looked to the doorway where the voice was heard. Standing there, looking incredibly pissed…was the boy who Amy loved.
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To Be Continued…
