Chapter 22

Alex slipped out of her car, slamming the door behind her. She walked up the porch steps to Dean's house, colliding her finger with the doorbell. "Come in, I'll be down in a minute." The voice was familiar, but it didn't quite sound like Dean's. Maybe his parents were back from Florida, where they had been for almost three months taking care of Dean's grandmother who had injured her hip. Dean had explained to them about Alex's eating disorder, but left out most of the Mason events.

Alex slowly and cautiously opened the door, walking inside. It was empty. "Dean?" She called, but received no answer. An uneasy feeling came over her and the door suddenly slammed close. She turned on her heel, facing her nightmare. There in front of the now locked door was Mason. Alex stood very still, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of her from fear. Tears rolled down her cheeks as memories flashed through her mind. She didn't know what to do so she continued to stand there. He came closer to her, causing her body to tremble. "Please don't hurt me."

"You thought you could get away with this. You thought you could just put me in jail and everything would be okay. You thought the death sentence would be the best solution." He circled around her, before slamming her frail body against the wall. He pressed his body against her, leaving her no room to breathe. "Well you thought wrong."

"I'm sorry." Alex whispered in the meekest voice, choking down her sobs.

"Maybe we should have a little fun." He slipped his hand up her shirt and she closed her eyes feeling disgusted. She lifted her knee up, colliding it with his crotch. "Oh!" He fell to the ground in pain, pulling his knees to his chest. Alex made a run for it, struggling to open the door. But then it hit her that the door was locked. It was amazing how fear could take away someone's common sense. She threw the door opened, jumping at the large man behind the door. Now she was completely confused and terrified.

"Please help." Alex begged, unsure whether this man was here to help or team with Mason.

"Oh don't worry. I'm here to help alright." He pushed Alex onto the floor, slamming the door shut. "I'm here to help Mason. Nobody messes with my jail buddy."

Alex felt sick. Here were two strong, escaped inmates that were attacking her. Mason scooped her in his arms and she didn't dare to fight back, because she knew he was going to win. She was too weak. He carried her upstairs where he chained her to Dean's bed. She had no clue what he was about to do, but she knew it was probably bad. She watched as he poured buckets of gasoline around the room and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. Alex cringed, knowing her life was about to end. She wasn't sure if this was what she wanted, but she defiantly didn't want to die like this. She had at least wanted to say goodbye to Dean and her family, and die in a peaceful way.

Mason pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, confusing Alex. He lit the cigarette breathing it in. He then held the cigarette against Alex's chest, watching her squirm in pain. She clenched her fists, trying to remain conscious from the unbearable pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks and he finally pulled it off of her skin, leaving a horrific scar. "That's what your whole body's going to feel like, except even worse." He laughed, as he flicked the lighter on. He slowly brought it to the ground where he had spilled the gasoline. The lighter hit the ground and the flames began to quickly spread through the room. He ran out, slamming and locking the door behind him. Alex squirmed, unable to do anything else.

"Help me! Somebody help!" She shrieked as loud as she could as the flames grew closer to her. She felt the heat throughout her entire body, causing her to break into a sweat. She struggled to breathe as the odor of the fumes grew stronger. And then...everything went black.

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