I was in the parlor, sitting at my father's piano, thinking of my "guest."

"Why did you bring me here, and why did you kidnap me!" Her voice came sharp and angered. I sighed heavily and turned to her, expecting to see her shudder and back away in fear, but she stood her ground bravely, her arms crossed over her chest, I took a few steps towards her, it was then that she broke down and stepped away. I caught her by the arm and she cried out, I had grabbed her tighter than what I had intended, I loosened my grip but did not let her go.

"If I go on alone again, there is a 100 percent chance that I lose my mind, and I'd rather stay sane, thank you." I growled. She whimpered, I noticed her eyes moisten and her bottom lip tremble. She had every right in the world to cry, lose herself to a monster.

"Please let go." She squeaked, the tears I realized, were of pain. I must have squeezed her arm tighter as I had spoken. I let her go, she fell down, but she slid away from me. She stood back up and ran from me, obviously to her given room.

Jaclyn POV

He was hurting me, "Please let go." It came out, weak and pathetic, his alley cat eyes met my own for a moment, filled with realization and self loathe, he let me go suddenly, I lost my balance and fell, and the sight of him towering over me stuck fear into my heart, I slid away from him, stood and ran to my room, I threw the door open and closed it behind me. I looked down at the knob, there wasn't a keyhole or anything, it was locked from the outside, he could willingly lock me in here, the windows were too small to escape by.

Click. I heard, I grasped the doorknob and tried to open the door, he locked it!

"What, no, why!" I yelled, he didn't reply, I slammed my fist against the door. Shrunk down into the fetal position on the floor, leaning on the door, I cried myself to sleep.

The door slammed into my head, I screamed in pain, "Oh Lord!" He groaned I scooted away from the door, he stepped in and walked towards me quickly, he knelt, wrapping one hand behind my head and pulled it down gently, "You're not bleeding, you'll just have a horrible head ache." He said gently, releasing me, I curled up in a ball, revealing as little as I could to him, "Tell me, Jaclyn, what were you doing directly behind the door?" He asked, scooped down to my eye level, craning his neck just to look into my eyes.

"I fell asleep there, because you locked me here,"

"Why not on the bed instead of the floor?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" I snapped at him, he backed away from me, giving me my space. He returned by my side, wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him, he buried his face into my hair, "I'm sorry, but you're not escaping me, that's why I locked the door, if you were in my place you'd understand." He whispered in my ear, I shuddered when his cool breathe made contact with my ear. He laughed slightly, his grip around me tightened, he situated me so I was facing him and he crushed my lips with his, his tongue invaded my mouth, I didn't want this I didn't even know him.

Its obvious he doesn't care. I thought.

I bit his tongue, he cried out, withdrawing. He looked at me in anger, grasping my neck, he pulled me up, and slammed me against the wall, "You will not deny me, I will have what I want. And right now, what I want is you." He hissed, tightening his grip on my neck, I choked for air, gasped and attempted.

This is it, this is how it ends, this is how I end, awesome way to die, right, by a guy you had a strange crush on when you were a teenager, perfect, they always did say that obsessions weren't healthy.

But just as quick as he grew angry, he calmed down. His hand disappeared from my neck completely, I fell to the ground , gasping for breathe. He walked out, there was a rather loud bang.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!" He screamed, I suddenly felt sorry for him, he hated himself, I would to if I had such a deformity, poor soul. I noticed the door open, so I stepped out, and looked for him, I found him, in the kitchen, a knife to his wrist.

"I swore it, I swore I would never kill or attempt to kill a woman, an innocent woman, but I did it anyways. Now is when I get punished, he drug the knife over his skin, "Don't, please. I know what you did was uncalled for, but you don't need to do that!" I cried, he turned, but he had cut his wrist fast, the cut was half way across his wrist, "Uncalled for, what I did was pure evil I am nothing but a low life, horrible, miserable per- no, not even a person-"

"Shut it, I know people that basically worship the ground you walk on, and they weren't even sure whether you really exist or not, don't ask how, because that's where things get complicated." I felt woozy, I didn't like the smell of blood and it was getting really thick, "Please, wash your wrist, I am not good with blood." He looked at me with a hurt expression, but he turned on the water and rinsed his wrist, he hissed in pain.

"There are bandages in the washroom, down the hall, would you be so kind to retrieve them for me?" He asked.

"Of course." I said as I went down the hall and got the bandages. I returned to him, he made an attempt to take the bandages himself but wouldn't allow it so I snatched them before he got a chance to take them, I crossed over to his other side, took his arm and wrapped his wrist myself.

"This is a two handed job, uhm, what's your name?" Although thought I knew his name, I wasn't too sure.

"Erik." Yes, pointer for me!

"I've always liked that name." I said.

"Really?" He asked, his voice lightening.

"No lie." I said It was quiet after that, until Erik spoke up, "I'm sorry, that I nearly raped you." He said. Disappointment was thick in his voice, "Well you didn't succeed and that's part of the past. I'm sorry I bit your tongue, it hurts I know." I said, smiling slightly.

"What, how?" He said.

"I used to accidentally bite my tongue when I ate." I admitted, He laughed, "I'd never expect that like you." He said warmly.