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Chapter 12

Chase didn't know where to aim his gaze. The gun pointed at him made him feel dead already. One bullet would be enough to do the damage that was needed to kill him. He didn't want to think about that. He lifted his gaze upwards to Parker but that didn't help him feel safer either. This man was once again in control. He held the gun and he had full control of this situation.

Screaming wouldn't do much good and besides, his voice was still to be found. But Chase wasn't going to give up. He took in deep breaths and tried to think clear. Slowly, almost unnoticeable for Parker, he moved his hand towards the small red button to call for help. A nurse would have to come and check up on him. One word would be enough to alarm them.

Chase swallowed heavily, forcing his voice to come back and he was relieved when his voice seemed to be working.

'What are you doing here?' Chase asked. He needed to keep Parker busy, that much he knew. If Parker was distracted, he would less likely notice Chase's moving hand and he would less likely shoot him.

'You talked to the police. You told them everything!' Parker hissed in a hard voice. He waved his gun towards Chase and watched him with angered eyes.

Chase felt his heart race inside his chest and his breathing quickened. He couldn't help it. Panic was still present in his mind and he felt anxious. This man had hurt him like no other person had ever hurt him before. This man scared the hell out of him and Chase wanted to get away from his as fast as possible.

His hand moved faster and Parker's eyes locked on it.

'Don't even try!' he said as he placed his finger on the trigger of the gun.

Chase immediately pulled back his hand and placed it on his lap.

'Sorry.' He muttered. He cursed himself for being impatient. Now he would have to wait for Cameron to come back and he had no idea when that would be.

'Why would you tell the police?' Parker continued, sitting down in the chair next to the door now. He still aimed the gun at Chase, but his arm was loosened up. He felt assured that he was in control and he didn't believe that he had to be at highest alert. Chase didn't know if that was a good or a bad sign.

'You need help.' Chase said in a weak voice.

Parker laughed but quickly silenced as he realised that nobody could know that Chase was in here with him.

'I need to clean this mess up. I didn't give you enough drugs. You weren't supposed to remember this much.' Parker said as if this was a normal conversation.

'What was I supposed to remember then?' Chase asked as he wanted to keep Parker talking. He needed to buy time.

'That you had to be punished.' Parker answered, 'that this is a warning for everybody.'

'I think you made your point very clear.'

'Maybe, I'll only find out if I can stay out of the police's hands. And you…' Parker said with a dark smile on his face, 'you'll have to go.'

'Go?' Chase asked as he wasn't sure what Parker meant by that.

'If I do ever get caught, you'll have to testify. None of the women will recognise me, none of them have seen me, but you…You know everything about me.'

Parker placed the gun on the arm lean of the chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His eyes never lost Chase's and he never looked away.

Chase felt once again alone and scared. It was just like in that small room in that house. He was just sitting in a more comfortable bed. But the danger was the same, the agony and the pain. Nothing was different, everything was the same.

His chest grew smaller every second and his breathing became more difficult. His hands trembled and his mouth felt dry. This time, his mind wasn't half sedated. He was fully aware of what was happening and it angered him that there was nothing he could do.

'Then don't get caught.' Chase said in a weak voice.

'That's the plan.' Parker nodded, 'but that doesn't mean that it will work.'

'I won't say anything, I won't testify, I'll keep my mouth shut.' Chase said in a rapid voice, his gaze wide and his breathing still quickening.

'You promise?'

'Yes.'

'Last time you made a promise, you broke it. You'll break it again.'

'I won't.' Chase nearly whispered.

Parker shook his head and sighed. Chase threw his legs over the edge of the bed and watched Parker straight in the eyes. It took him all the courage he possessed to do that but he was able to keep looking at him. He wouldn't turn his gaze down.

'I promise.' He repeated.

Parker, threatened by Chase's sudden movement, grabbed the gun and pointed at Chase again. He watched Chase who breathed fast and who seemed to be tense.

The door latch moved and Parker jumped up, the gun still pointed at Chase, his gaze shifting from the door to Chase and back again. He shook his head as he placed his finger against his mouth.

'Not a word.' He whispered.

'Chase?'

It was Cameron's voice that sounded from behind the door. Chase's heart jumped even quicker as he realised that this might all be over very soon.

'Chase? Are you okay? Open the door!' Cameron called out.

'Tell her you're fine.' Parker whispered.

'I'm fine!' Chase yelled back at Cameron as he saw Parker's grip tighten around the gun.

'Then open the door! I got that sandwich you asked for!'

'Tell her to go away.' Parker whispered.

'I need a minute. I need to be alone for a while.' Chase said in a loud trembling voice. Was he really going to send her away? He needed her to know what was going on. He needed help but he couldn't just tell her. Parker would go mad and Chase didn't want to risk getting Cameron hurt. But she was safe behind that door…

'PARKER'S WITH ME!' Chase yelled, jumping up from the bed as he watched Parker with big eyes. He held his breath and saw everything happen so fast. It wasn't like in the movies where everything happened in slow motion. On the contrary, it all happened too fast.

Parker's gaze turned dark, furious and his finger pulled the trigger. A burning ache hit his chest and the blast made him fall backwards towards the floor. His hands reached for the pain and all that Chase could see was blood. The scorching pain only started the moment he hit the floor and a warm substance intruded his mouth. He coughed it up and realised it kept coming.

The blood kept coming.