T: Welcome back… you know I feel about not giving you as much pasta as I have in past days… so to make up for it here's a second helping for the day… I do so hope you enjoy it
The Bad Man
He's been stalking me for weeks… I don't know he is or what he is… but I know what he needs. He's dangerous… he's killed before and he'll kill again… and he wants… to take me. He wants to take me to a horrible place… a cold, dark place… a place from which I'll never return. One misstep and he'll take me… no… I can't let this happen… I won't let this happen… I CeCe Jones will survive.
I was cautious, very cautious… but he found me anyway. I'm not safe anymore… I can feel his eyes watching me all the time, even when I can't see him… And now he's here, he's right here in my home… my sanctuary… so I hid, I was afraid. At first that was all it was, fear… but as I watched him trench around my house… violating my home… that scared feeling… turned into anger. I know he's capable of so many things, I know that he's stronger than I am and perhaps I'm doomed for all eternity but I… I will not go down without a fight.
Gotta think… gotta be resourceful… ugh my heart is throbbing, it… it feels like my heart is up in my throat… my hands are sweating and shaking… I quickly wipe them on my pants… 'Keep it together CeCe, just do what has to be done… face the fear… defeat the fear… you can do it' I say to myself… Ok… I'm ready
I see the man move out of sight so I decide this is my chance to move, to plan my last stand… I move to the kitchen… a corner, my vantage point won't be so obscured… but there's only one way into the room from where he is and he won't see me if he comes back… Even though I think its futile, I calmly slide a kitchen knife off of the counter and into my hands and then as quietly as possible I reach into my pocket and find a quarter… I take a deep breath… This is it… this is really happening… It's not a nightmare and even if it is… it's a nightmare that's become real.
….. I'm as silent as a statue… I'm a ghost… from all my fear, my outrage and adrenaline… I start to… transcend the moment. Time seems to slow, the kitchen clock goes tick, tick, tick… tick… tick... My heart goes thump, thump… thump… thump. I hear his footsteps getting closer… step, step… step… closer and closer. I've got only one shot at this… step… step… step… he's made his way back to the kitchen… I'm perpendicular to the doorway… partially obscured by the shadows… if he turns his head I'm done for, but he's already checked this room so he'll walk right in won't he… I can only hope… step… step… step… oh god… he's 5 feet from me… This is it… this is my only shot… I toss the quarter a little bit in front of him… Please god let this work… stumble, stumble, stumble, he's running forward toward the noise, everything's a blur, I run up behind him and I raise the knife to his throat and with one quick, swift motion I slash it across his throat
He drops to his knees… a few moments of gurgling… then nothing… nothing but sweet, sweet silence
"I did it" I said to myself, "Oh my god I did it, I made it, I survived" I said a little cheerfully
Everything felt like it was in black and white, had I actually made it, was it real? Is it really all over?
I take a deep breath before dropping the knife into the kitchen sink… clean-up will come later… my hands were still shaking… I unlock the basement door and descend down the stairs…
I take a few deep breaths as I headed down… Stupid fucking pig… Did he think I was some kind of amateur? Did he think he was going to make the front page of the local news, ride the story until he became detective of the local police department? What a dumb, stupid bastard. I laugh slightly… Oh well, he's dead and I'm not.
I flick on the light as I get to the bottom of the stairs. She crawls back into a corner… she looks absolutely terrified… but what more can you expect from a 12 year old girl locked in a basement… I walk up to her slowly and kneel down in front of her before gently wiping away a tear from her cheek… then I tighten the gag on her mouth.
"Don't worry Eileen… the bad man is gone" I say to her with a kind smile, "And Rocky will be home soon"
Well now I do hope that was enough pasta to hold you over until tomorrow... see you then