They were my favorite type of drug. I found myself addicted.

Chapter 2

My breathing quickens as I feel the intruder settle down on the edge of my bed. Shutting my eyes I try to remain perfectly still as he begins to mumble to himself. "Ohohoho. Lets the play a game!" Grabbing my shoulders he yanks me up and grins widely at me. It almost looks painful to watch his lips stretch like a rubber band. My eyes are gaping into his blue ones while I let out a soft whimper. "Ohhhh. I like that noise, darling." He's salivates at the thought of me being being petrified. He is salivating at the thought of me being scared! It was sickening, it made my stomach twist. How could I let myself get tangled up with someone so sick. His grip upon my shoulders slowly loosens, he begins leaning in dangerously close with malicious glint shining off of his face. "Are you scared?" He murmurs with a quick flick of his tongue.

Gritting my teeth, I glare at him. I am so damn tired of being scared! "Like I would ever," my voice is growing into a low growl, "be scared of the likes of you." My hands begin to shake like have delirium tremens. He takes notice of this and with a throw of his head he lets out another deafening,"hahahahahahah." I flinch away from him shutting my eyes tightly in the hopes that maybe if I closed them tight enough he would disappear.

Licking his lips his eyes light up. He grabs my chin between his fingers with a tenderness I have never felt. It was shocking. He seemed almost incapable of knowing when to be gentle. He turns my head to face him, licking his lips he whispers,"I want to play a game, gorgeous."

I shudder under his grasp and tug my head away from. "What?"

Biting his bottom lip he stares up at me from under his eyelashes,"I want to play a game."

I stay silent as he stares at me with wild excitement radiating off of him. "A," I run a hand through my hair as I try to wrap my head around this, "game?" What kind of game could this sick fuck have?

His grin in completely swallowed by his corybantic feelings as his eyes begin to bulge from their sockets. He nods eagerly, "Oh, yes! The game will be-" Footsteps stop him from ever finishing his sentence, pursing his lips, he glares at the door while watching the knob begins to turn. . Sighing he stands. "Well, that's all for now, gorgeous. I will be seeing you soon." He purrs into my ear before disappearing out the window.

"Everything okay, honey? I thought I heard a man's voice in here." Sophia's mom peeks her head into the room and simpers at me. I shake my head letting her know that all is well despite the fact that my whole body seems to be vibrating. Nodding her head she turns to leave before pausing, "Grace….I know..." Her gaze softens as she lays her eyes upon me, "I know I'm not your mother, but I just hope you can come to me as if I was." Her voice breaks off in end but I grin nonetheless.

"Of course I will." My shaking calms, but as soon as she leaves me I fall back on my bed. You'll see me again? I'll see him again? I'm going to die. I fall into a dreamless slumber but when I wake up in the morning it feels as if I never slept at all. I feel drained of my entire being. Zombie walking to the kitchen I throw myself into the chair at table with food already awaiting.

Sophia comes bounding down the stairs and jumps in front of me. "GRACE."

I groan covering my face as I gape up at her. How is someone this alive in the morning? "Yes, darling?"

"I'm just really excited to be able to see your beautiful face in the morning!" Sophia giggles as she shovels down mouthfuls of eggs and bacon. "Mmmm. Momma you're food gives me life." And with that it seemed that my life was going to be able to reach normalcy.

Sophia and I walk up to our own personal Prison School. While I stroll to my first period I see a gleam of fiery, orange, hair from my peripheral and I whipped around. Scanning my surroundings I see no red haired boy and I let out a sigh of relief. Just being a little paranoid. Straightening myself I continue walking before a hand comes over my hand and drags me into the janitors closet. Letting out a scream I elbow my kidnapper and whirl around to see that it's the only boy to ever take an interest in me. "Danny!" I hiss as I shove him against the wall. "What is your freaking problem?"

Frantically waving his arms he sputters out,"I'm sorry! But you've been avoiding me and I," he stopped himself and kicked the broom on the ground, "well I missed you." Rolling my eyes I turn to leave the janitors closet but he wraps his caramel arms around my waist and pulls me back into an embrace. "Grace, don't pull away. Let me stay like this." Growling I shake him off.

"Dammit, Danny. I DO NOT LIKE YOU."

"Yeah..because I'm ugly."

"Oh here we go! You know damn well you aren't ugly. You're one of the most attractive guys I have ever encountered, but I just don't like you. You're like a brother or something like that." I grumble at him as I throw my head back out of exasperation. Watching him in the dimly lit room I see as his green puddles fall to the ground in disappoint. Guilt bubbles up in me. "Look, Danny. I get it. You like me. It sucks that I do't feel the same, but you gotta stop all this crazy shit. Stop dragging me into empty closets and following me around. You're super cool but I am not gonna fall in love with you because you follow me around like a lost freaking puppy." I smile gently at him before leaving him in the dark closet by himself. Sighing I walk into first period, late. Great.

I sit through my classes and feel as if instead of learning I'm losing more of my intelligence than anything. As the final bell of the day rings I jump out of my seat and nearly sprint out of class. Busting through the front doors I smile up at the sun before I hear a familiar laugh. Fuck. "Hi, gorgeous." Biting my lip I gulp down a scream. I keep my head down as I hear footsteps slowly approach me from behind. He brings his lips down to my ear and breathes into my ear,"I'm Jerome." I want to runaway. I want to flee. I want to go somewhere safe but I know if try to make a scene he'll kill me. I know he will. "Face me." Closing my eyes I turn slowly. "Ahh. So pretty." Caressing my cheek I hear him take in a deep breath. "I could touch you all day." I can feel his eyes gazing on my face, but I refuse to look at him. "Will you look at me?" His voice is soft. That scared me more than anything. Prying my eyes open I finally get a good look at his face. He's pale. Ghostly pale which causes his vibrant blue eyes to seem even brighter than they are. And his hair looks as if someone set his scalp ablaze. He's dressed in a suit and looks almost like a business man. He's…He's handsome. I shake the thought from my head. What am I thinking? He's part of the MANIAX.

Furrowing my eyebrows together I open my mouth to speak but I hear Sophia's voice. "Grace?" Her voice is quivering. I can already picture her terrified expression without having to face her. Her big eyes are the size of saucers and her eyebrows are raised in complete concern. I am still gazing at Jerome who has not broken eye contact with me.

Jerome's face breaks out into a gleeful grin. "Grace? What a pretty name for a pretty lady. You really should've told me your name earlier." He nags at me with animated hand motions. "Wow. GRACE. Well Grace will you continue to grace me with your presence?" Jerome goes into a low bow and grabs my hand.

"Grace…you need to get away from him." Sophia is speaking slowly while enunciating each syllable to me. "Back away slowly, Grace. Come towards me."

Jerome breaks into laughter. "Oh, no, no, no. She's not going with you just yet. She's mine for the time being."