Chapter Five

Don't freak out! Do not freak out! There was just an escaped serial killer sleeping on my couch in my house. No biggie. I wasn't going to freak out. If I began to freak out, he would probably kill me. Stay calm, Brendon . Stay calm.

"Excuse me." I called over to him but he didn't move."Excuse me!"I screamed it this time and he stirred for a few seconds before bolting upright on the couch. His eyes searched the room. When he realized it was empty, he smiled.

"Brendon, hey!" He ran his hands through his hair and leaned back on the couch. "Sorry. I didn't want to sleep on your bed. That would've been really weird."

Because having a serial killer in my house is fucking normal to me. But I nodded, not wanting to upset him. I remembered that I'd left my phone upstairs. I needed to think of a way to sneak up there and get it. And then I'd call the cops and be a town hero. Yeah right, but at least I'd be putting the Social Stabber behind bars. Again.

"I, uh have to head upstairs for something." Smooth, Brendon. Real smooth.

"That something wouldn't happen to be your phone, would it?" He stood up.

"What?" I coughed and tried to cover it with a fake laugh. "No! Uh, I-I its my um, thing." Double smooth. I'm such a fuck up. I slowly crept towards my stairs.

"What thing?" He smirked, walking closer to me.

"My work!" I took a step towards the stairs with every step he took towards me.

"You didn't work today. You were in court. Waiting to testify against me."

How the hell did he know that? Was I about to die? Oh god, I don't think I was ready. I know I've thought about it, but that's different from it actually happen. And now I was  done for. There was so much I hadn't done. So much I needed so say. I had so many people to say goodbye to. Well, actually, there was only Spencer. But still!

"I-I'm sorry." I tried desperately.

"Its okay. I understand. Just come here, Brendon. I don't want to hurt you."

He'd said he didn't want to hurt me. Not that he wasn't. Even as he walked closer to me now, I could see the out print of something in his tight pockets. Probably the knife he'd use to kill me. But I was almost at the stairs. If he just kept using the pace he was using now, I'd be safe. But then his features changed from cautious to annoyed and he picked up the pace. Holy shit!

"No! Leave me alone!" I screamed.

I turned and ran for the steps. Thank god for my long legs giving me the advantage. But he wasn't too far behind. I could hear him running up the steps. So I took them two at a time. I got to my bedroom and slammed the door shut; locking it. I could hear him banging.

"Open this fucking door before I hurt you! Open it, Brendon!"

"Fuck you!"

His rough hands were doing damage to the thin door. I frantically looked around for my phone. And then I remembered, I'd left it in the bathroom. Why does god hate me?! I could do this. I just needed the element of surprise. I unlocked the door and burst it open hard. He tumbled backwards and fell. Blocking my path to the bathroom. Fuck it. I sprinted for the stairs. Fear clouding my vision. And then I felt myself falling. Losing my footing and tumbling down the steps one by one. It  was a lot worse than it looked on TV. My whole body hurt when I got to the end.

I looked up and saw the him rushing down behind me. So I closed my eyes and waited for fate to have its way. I was finally gonna fucking die like I'd asked to all those times in the office. I guess I'll be more careful what I wish for in my next life. But instead of knife wounds, I felt my head being placed in someone's lap. I snapped my eyes open and he was examining my face. Gently touching around it like he was looking for soreness. What the hell was going on here?!

"You could have killed yourself, you fucking idiot!" He said in a harsh, soft tone. Better than you killing me. His tone turned harder. Darker. "Do something dangerous like that again, and I'm going to kill you."