My Life in Rosewood - Junior Year

by potterjay92

Jessie Brant is a normal teenage girl who is still trying to figure things out in Rosewood. She's a Jock that doesn't mind being friends with everyone and has problems just like anyone else. But little does she know that Junior year is going to be a bit more of a challenge than she probably expected.

55. Chapter 55

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I hear music playing lightly in the background and someone humming along to it. The song sounds French but I can't be sure. Whatever it is though I know it isn't English.

My heart is pounded against my chest a million miles a second. I have a headache and am very aware that the side of my head's throbbing in pain. I slowly open my eyes but everything is so blurry I can't make anything out. A blurred shape of someone is on the other side of me, but before I can process and think back to what's going on, I slip back into unconsciousness.

"Dad look out!"

SCREETCH!

CRASH!

I jerk awake and see a bit of light starting to come to my dazed eyes as I lift up my head. My heart thumps against my chest like it has so many times before when I've had a bad dream. I inhale a few times to calm myself down and realize that I'm only able to get air in and out through my nose. I blink my eyes a few times as the faint light that's surrounding me starts to grow more visible and I look around. Most of the space I'm in is dark and my vision not focused, so I can't see anything outside the lighting from the lamp close by.

"Mm." I groan in pain and go to bring my hand to my throbbing head, but I realize that I can't. They're pulled behind my back, something cold is rubbing against my warm hands. I try to get up but panic when I feel that my legs won't move and something is around my body pinning me to what I realize is a chair.

What the hell is what I say, but what comes out instead is "Mm-mm-mm?"

My eyes widen as everything comes back to me now. I squirm around in fear, flinching because my side hurts a bit, but I shake it off to look down at myself and realization kicks in. My hands are tied behind my back, something that feels like bars pushing against them so I squeeze and flex my fingers through them to try and keep my hands from going numb. My upper body has tape wrapped around me and a metal chair. My legs are pinned to the chair legs, and my mouth is taped shut. In other words, I'm kidnapped and freaking screwed.

"Mmm!" I yell in fear. I can't believe Mona did this.

I take a few breaths and calm myself down before I can have a panic attack. Okay…think. My brain echoes and I start to look around again. There has to be a way out of this. Optimism isn't really my thing for bad situations, but it's better than panicking right?

I try to see if there's anything else near me that can get me out of this besides the lamp on the nightstand. Despite my bad eyesight at the moment there's absolutely nothing around that I can make out being helpful. Mona is obviously smart enough not to leave anything for an escape with a kidnapped victim. She's crazy but not stupid.

When that fails all I'm able to think of to do is. "Mmmm!" hoping that wherever I am happens to be close enough for someone to hear. "Mmmmm!" I start wiggling again in my chair, ignoring the pain from my side and try to loosen something…anything up. "Hmm." I sigh and take a deep breath. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I scream at the top of my lungs this time and hold it longer than the last ones. It tires me out this time, but I attempt to get my hands out by moving my wrists around a few times. My watch feels like it's scrapping against my skin as I do so, but I don't stop. "Mm…" On that last attempt of screaming I lose it and start to cry.

I sit there crying in fear and feeling defeated for what feels like ever. Until I hear a noise and see a tiny spot of light come from somewhere across from me in the dark. When I say across from me, I mean way across from me.

My phone? Is all I can think because it sounds like my ringtone.

A light from outside the closed blinds distracts me and immediately try screaming for help again. The light turns off and the sound of a car door slamming comes. I scream again, this time even louder. Then my heart sinks when I hear the sound of a key going into a doorknob that comes from somewhere in front of me. I hear footsteps and I freeze in fear as I realize that Mona is back and I have no idea what to expect next from her.

The click of a switch comes and the room lights up. The light is bright and I don't have my glasses on so I have to squint to see as much as I can. A blurry figure walks inside and puts something on the table by the bathroom door.

"Look who's awake." She says in her sing song voice as if it's completely normal to walk into a room while someone's tied up in the corner. The sound from before comes again and she looks down at the table beside her. "It's Aria." She smiles over at me. "We've been chatting about their progress on finding A. While you've been telling her how much of a great time at the festival you're having." She laughs, "She has no idea it's not you."

I give her a nasty look. "Mmmmm!" I yell in anger. I look at the door, realizing that she hasn't closed it yet and yell again towards it. "Mmmmm!"

She smiles, sets down my phone once she stops typing and walks over to it so slowly that it worries me. "Oh Jessie." She closes the door and walks over to me with a bag and what looks like a square cup holder with drinks in both of her hands. "No one comes around this motel anymore since they built the interstate. It's in the middle of nowhere and very creepy." She sets the bag on my lap to hold and pulls over another chair to sit in front of me. "I mean, of course you got Harold the manager but he knows better than to ever try to come into this room." She puts the cup holder and bag onto the floor by her feet and then gets out my glasses from the nightstand next to us.

I watch her slip them onto my face and everything gets clear again. I see multiple Mona's from my left eye and one Mona on the other. Then my heart sinks as I start looking at the room for the first time to see tons and tons of photos of Alison plastered all over the walls. Some are of Alison from what seems to be before she went missing, like she was stalking her. Dozens of the poster they used when she went missing are scattered around me. Then there's Alison's face with her eyes and mouth cut out, and the picture that was shown at the disastrously ruined fashion show (another long story thanks to A, or now Mona) that had her face with horns and the words The Bitch Is Dead written is all over the place.

I look some more and notice photos of the girls. Some are of them and their love interests. There's Hanna and Caleb, Aria and Ezra, Emily and Maya, Spencer and Toby. There's even some pictures of me with the girls, by myself or with Andrew. Of course I made it up there.

I see some creepy costume masks and a wooden dollhouse with five dolls. The one sitting on the top room space has blond hair and a crown on her head with four girls sitting underneath the leader doll. It's obvious who those dolls are supposed to be. Then my eyes land on like one or two pictures of Mona herself. Talk about trying to play the innocent act to the max.

Even though I'm not looking at her I can tell she's watching me the entire time as I look around the room. So when I'm over the shock of it I stare back at her, doing everything not to break down in tears again. The look in her eyes are so dead it's like she isn't even human. It feels like she's looking into my soul or something. I mean her being the devil wouldn't surprise me at this point considering how demented I realize she really is.

I feel my heart in my ears and hear my breathing echoing just as loud. I don't even realize it till I feel myself starting to hyperventilate into a panic attack. She just smiles as I struggle to breath. I can tell she's enjoying this more than she should have been.

After her watching me for about ten seconds in what seems to be entertainment of my lack of breathing she starts to lean in closer and I freak. "Mmm!" I try to back up but I'm closer to the wall than I thought as I hit my head against it, making it throb.

She puts her hand on my leg. "Calm down." She still has her nice tone on and pulls me a bit forward so I'm not as close to the wall. "I'm going to take the tape off so we can chat. As I said, screaming for help won't do anything because no one else is here besides Harold. He won't even flinch to come to your rescue."

As she puts her hand to the corner of the tape my first thought is that I'm going to try to scream anyway. I mean anyone with a brain would know what a cry for help means.

"Plus. If you do we can't have a conversation. I'm sure you want to know everything."

Now when she says that she's of course right, I do want to know. So the debate is whether to disobey her to scream and either get my ass kicked or mouth taped up again. Or to listen and try to get to the bottom of it with maybe a good outcome that normal Mona will really come out and see that this isn't right.

She raises here eyebrow at me, waiting for a respond. "Okay?"

For a second I don't answer but then I slowly nod. "Mhm."

She seems to hesitate, as if she doesn't trust me. Like really? She doesn't trust me when she's the one who went nuts and kidnapped me? All because I was trying to help friends figure out who their stalker was. Talk about needing to sort out their priorities.

Finally she makes up her mind and pulls it off…fast.

"Ow!" I yell. "Damn it, Mona!"

"Sorry." She says, but doesn't seem like she means it as she tries to hide her smile.

I open my mouth to say something but she stops me.

"Remember. If you scream, this goes back on." She points to the tape that she set down neatly on her leg.

I look at it. I'm really not feeling having that back on my mouth. For all I know it'll never come off again if I ruin it this time. I have no idea how long I'm going to be here and I rather not be breathing through just my nose the entire time.

"I already said okay." I wiggle uncomfortably. "How about untying me? It's not very pleasant not being able to move."

She bends down and grabs the coffee next to a bottle of water from the cup holder. "That's the point. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No?"

Her eyes flash as she hears a bit of sarcasm that I didn't mean to put in my voice when I said it. "Not happening, Jessie."

I readjust my wrists a few times, trying to keep myself calm. My watch is digging into my skin but my anxiety is starting to kick in with the thought of staying like this. So I continue to twist them to relax myself and then nod.

She smiles. "Good." She grabs the water bottle, puts a straw in it and holds it out to me. "Thirsty?"

I watch it for a second. "How do I know you aren't trying to poison me?"

"Oh for God's sake, Jessie. If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't have wasted my time bringing you here." She takes a sip out of it then holds it to my face again. "Now drink it."

I slowly lean into the straw and start to drink. When the taste hits me I realize how thirsty I really am and gulp down about half of it in no time.

She smiles. "Thought you would be." She goes into the bag that I see has the McDonalds logo and pulls out some fries. She tosses one into her mouth and then holds one out for me.

"I thought you didn't eat fattening food?" I take it.

She shrugs and pops another in her mouth. "That's just for appearance purposes."

"Wow. You're crazier than I thought." My heart sinks. I didn't mean to say that out loud. That was really stupid to say. "I didn't…"

She half smiles and interrupts me. "Why thank you." Then leans forward again to give me another fry.

I take it but am very confused on why she didn't yell at me. Normal Mona or not, she wouldn't usually let anyone get away with calling her names.

"Now." She hands me another one. "What do you want to know?"

"You mean besides the fact that you took me hostage?"

"Not hostage per say. You were just in the way of things to go well tonight and I needed to make sure you were somewhere I knew you wouldn't get in the way."

"So being in a different part of Pennsylvania wasn't far enough for me not to get in the way? I don't even know what you're plans are. How would I get in the way of that? Your logic makes no sense because now I know that you're up to something and if I get out I can actually do something."

She laughs. "Cute. Thinking you'll be getting out of that master piece before the real fun begins."

"Meaning?" I'm sounding braver than I feel for sure, but I need to keep her busy. Try to make the time pass long enough that hopefully someone will finally realize I'm not where they think I am.

"You'll see."

I hate when people do that. I especially hate that she's the one doing it since this isn't the typical Saturday night hangout with a friend.

She stands up to throw away our drinks and bag of food, then sits back with me. "So." She leans back in her seat. "I guess I'll start from the beginning."

She goes on about how she only started this cyber bulling to get the girls attention. She made sure that they knew bullying others was going to bite them in the ass and helping the meanest girl do it wouldn't sit well with their friend A. She wanted to make sure they knew that just because they were once popular that things they did would eventually creep up on them.

"I knew a lot of things they did and secrets they never even told each other. I needed to make sure they were listening."

"And to do that you ran over your best friend."

She flinches and shifts her eyes away from me. "I didn't mean to do that."

"But you did. You almost killed her."

"I didn't mean for Hanna to get hurt. She's my best friend, I just wanted her back."

"What do you mean you wanted her back."

She just watches me for a bit and then says. "I regret what I did to her every day."

That didn't answer my question but I rolled with it. "Yet you can care less about the fact you've tortured these girls for almost the whole school year?"

"What about me!" she yells. "I went through hell when Ali was alive."

"Exactly, Ali did it. They were just as scared of her as anyone else in town. How could you hold that against them."

"Because they didn't try to help. They let her call me loser Mona for years and nicknamed Lucas, Herme, Just because she wanted everyone to think he was a hermaphrodite to keep him from having friends. How fair is that?"

"It's not." I agreed. "But like I said, everyone was scared of her. It has always been make fun, or be made fun of. That hasn't changed in years, because even you do it." Now my anger gets the better of me as I realize that she's taking revenge on the girls because of bullying but became the person she hated. "You're just as bad as Ali."

That's the wrong thing to say for sure because her eyes practically turn to flames as she gets mad. "How dare you compare me to that bitch!" Her voice is no longer sweet Mona, but psycho low tone Mona.

We eye each other for a few seconds. I need to figure something out to say, because I feel like I'm about to lose her attention after that. "Why did you involve me in this then? Why send me messages if you didn't want me to be nosy?" is the only thing I can think of to ask.

She watches me with a bit of sympathy. "You were someone I didn't want to get involved, Jessie." Her normal tone is back now. "I tried to keep you out of this because you've been getting bullied for years. I just wanted to hurt Aria by having her know that I could get to you, but you snooped around more than you should have. You got in too deep to ignore."

"When my friends are getting hurt like this I will do what I can to help." I say softly. "But you sent me that text about Ezra and Aria. As soon as you did that you should have known I was going to investigate this and that they were eventually going to have to tell me everything. What was the point if you didn't want me to get into this."

"I made the mistake of signing that text with the A signature. It was not intentional at all, it was a habit. But I didn't like that she is supposed to be your best friend and yet wasn't telling you about her secret relationship with Mr. Fitz. I thought you needed to know."

The fact she had a soft spot that I should have been told something by my best friend, but yet kidnapped me for knowing too much completely makes my head spin in confusion. But that leaves my mind when I think of something. "You sent the Xbox messages too didn't you?"

She nods.

"And you did that because you knew I'd tell Aria."

She nods again. "It was just meant to scare her. Which is why I also sent that message during Noel's party on New Years, but you drank yourself to no memory of it. So Aria erased it to protect you."

"What?"

She gives me a sad look. "I'm really sorry, Jessie. You didn't deserve any of this." Then her expression gets a bit mean. "But they on the other hand deserved everything they got."

My anger seeps out again as she said that. "They didn't deserve any of this you demented psychotic loser!" My heart sinks as I said another not so good idea sentence.

She leaps out of her seat and it falls backward as she accidently hits it in anger. She does not look happy at all, but she smiles a mix between evil and normal Mona. Then she turns around and starts walking away. I really don't like the look she gave me.

"Mona!" I yell after her. "I'm not done talking to you!" She walks over to the bathroom door and disappears through it.

That gives me time to look around again to see if she left anything behind, but there's nothing. Even if she did I can't reach anything so I try another round to loosen up my wrists again.

Footsteps come back into the room and I look over. Mona has a pissed look. "Is that supposed to scare me?" I say, but my mind is telling me to stop talking.

She smiles and walks over to the table next to the bathroom. She drops some things on it and then starts looking through the drawers in the room. She takes a few things out of them too and sets them on the table.

"Got any idea what I have in mind?" She sounds a bit too thrilled and holds up a pretty large knife. Then she sets it on the table too.

"What the fuck Mona." I say in fear.

"You should really learn to stop talking." She turns to me with a smile. "Especially when you're being held by a psychotic loser who can easily snap your neck." She turns back around.

I gulped so loud I'm sure she heard me from there. "Mona."

She ignores me. "These here are pills from the store." She points to some bottles on the table. "I could overdose you just as fast you know."

"Mona, seriously."

"Exactly." She grabs two things from off the table and walks to me. "I can seriously cut you into pieces." She holds up the knife and I somehow leap high in my seat from fear.

"You can't be that crazy."

"Don't calling me crazy!" She slaps me across the face and I feel her nails dig into my skin. I'm pretty sure that it's bleeding.

"Fuck!"

She grabs my cheeks with her hand and forces me to look, holding up a canister to my face. "Know what this is?"

I try to focus on it since it's kind of close to my nose, but I'm just able to read it. Flammable, please use cautiously. "Is that some type of flame thrower?" I ask as my eyes widen.

"A torch actually. The same kind they use at metal shops." She looks at it and starts pacing. "In fact, I'll give you the option of choice for torture." She says. "I could cut off one of your fingers and ship it to Aria. I'm sure she'd love to think you were dead because of her."

"No, Mona, please don't."

"Or, I could take this and burn your face off just like Two Face from Batman."

I shake my head so fast that I get dizzy for a second. "No!" I yell, "What the hell!"

She smiles. "Jackpot."

"Mona." I say as calmly as I can. "Stop."

She presses the button to the torch and it lights up. It's so close to my face that I can just feel the heat.

"Mona! Don't, please don't."

She smiles and starts to raise it up and down. I watch it in fear thinking she's about to fry me any second.

"Mona." I start shaking a bit. "Mona, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said, you're not crazy. You're not a psycho. You're…"

"Shut up, Jessie!" She turns it off and puts it on the nightstand with the knife. "Holy crap, you need to stop whining. I hate when people whine." She paces for a second, seeming to debate what she wants to do.

"Mona." I try to keep my voice calm and not shaky.

She stops and smiles. "Yes, Jessie?"

"Please let me go."

"And miss out on all this fun? Oh come on, we are bonding." Her tone isn't normal Mona, but yet it isn't completely crazy Mona either. I don't know what kind of voice it is but it is creeping me out.

I try all my efforts now not to shake in fear. "I'm sorry." I feel tears about to spill out. "I didn't mean what I said about you being crazy. I just want to go home. I promise I won't say anything."

She starts laughing. "Yea, no. Not going home just yet." She starts looking around, as if looking for something. "The finale is going to be epic." Her eyes land on something on the floor. "Crap."

I follow her gaze and see that she's staring at the piece of duct tape from earlier. It's stomped on the floor with the sticky side stuck to it.

"Mona."

"Jessie, shut the hell up!"

I flinch from her yell and I can't hold in my tears anymore. "Someone please help me!"

"Oh my God, stop whining!" Her eyes are getting really mad now. "You are so much weaker than I thought you were. Whining, crying, begging. Enough already!" She rushes off to the other side of the room. "You're voice. I can't take it anymore."She grabs the roll of duct tape.

"No." I start moving around in the seat, twisting my hands, pulling my legs and even lunging forward. "I'll stop! Just don't!"

She looks over at me and I see the flash of anger in her eyes. "Jessie." She turns her body to me "Stop." She rips open the tape and it echoes. "Whining!" She starts walking fast towards me.

"Mona!" Now she's centimeters away and the rage in her eyes is not good. "He…"

She slaps the piece of tape over my mouth before I can finish my yell for help. "Shut up!" She breathes heavily out of breath as she watches me squirm around. "I hate whining, it's so annoying."

"Mmmm!" I wiggle around. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" My leg manages to get loose and I accidently kick her in the shin.

"Ow!" she yells and then looks at me in rage.

I'm so dead.

Tears are really coming down now and I'm crying so bad that I start to hyperventilate. But this time she doesn't seem to care and just watches me longer than she did last time. I'm almost positive that she's going to let me die now.

Then her eyes soften and she smiles as she bends down, wrapping my leg back up gently. "You know what?" She says in her high voice as she double checks the other leg, and makes sure the tape from my body is tight enough. "Maybe I over reacted."

My eyebrows go up in surprise.

"That tape isn't meant for that big mouth of yours." That kind of confuses me as she rips another piece off and smiles. "It's way too small." Then she quickly lunges forward and puts on a bigger piece over the first one.

"Mmmm!"

This time she smoothes it down as tight as she can with her thumbs and hits the palm of her hand over my mouth so hard that I feel my lip open up from behind the tape. The force of the hit almost tips me backward in my seat.

"Mmmm!"

She grabs the back of my neck to keep me steady and holds on so tight that I feel her fingers digging into my skin. She just smiles at me, keeping her hands on my mouth and neck very forcefully for a decent amount of time. She has me stare directly into her scary light brown eyes, like she's reminding me that she's the boss since I'm the one tied up.

When she lets go she starts circling around me and I can't help but spin my head around as she does. "There's something missing." She says, tapping her lips with her finger when she gets in front of me. "Hmm." She starts walking again.

Like the other times when she gets to the back of me I can't twist my head that way. So I turn it the way I always did to wait for her to come back around. Except this time she doesn't reappear.

"Mm-mm!" I yell her name.

My eyes widen as soon as I hear the ripping sound of tape again. Then I watch as another piece comes into my view from behind to go over my mouth. This time it's placed at the bottom tip of my nose, giving me just barely enough space to breathe. Noticing what she's doing freaks me the hell out.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I yell as loud and long as I can for anyone to hear me. But the tape being so close to my nose now it makes me lose my breath pretty quickly.

I take deep breaths to calm myself down, but I notice that she didn't break the roll of tape off this time. That's when she grabs my chin from behind to keep me from moving and starts to wrap the tape around my head and back to the front of my face a good three times before she seems satisfied.

"There." She breaks the tape off finally and comes into view in front of me. "Perfect."

"You son of a bitch!" I mumble through the massive amount of tape.

"What was that?" She puts a hand to cup her ear. "I can't hear you?" She starts to laugh and I know that I'm never getting out of here.