Chapter Six

My head was spinning. In more ways than one. Firstly, because ouch! I'd just fallen down a flight of fucking stairs. And secondly, because I was being held and gently touched by a serial killer. Ryan leaned down and placed a kiss on my damp forehead. Yes, I was sweating. You would be too! Did you not just read what happened to me?! I was lucky that sweating was the only thing happening.

"I-I-Why-"

"Shh. You just bumped your head. You don't need to be talking." He moved my head from his lap and stood to pick me up bridal style. He was honestly so skinny, I didn't think he could do it. "I'm going to get you some ice in case it swells." He laid me on the couch. "Don't move." His voice was hard and mean. I definitely wasn't moving. "And stay awake." He said softer.

I didn't know how he knew where the kitchen was. Or where the icebags were, but I nodded. He disappeared in the right direction. When did he get here? When would he leave? Ryan came back into the room with a zip lock bag full of crushed ice. So I guess he improvised. He sat uncomfortably close to me and placed it on my head. I let him because it did feel better. But mainly I let him because I was scared as shit. He used the hand that wasn't holding my head, to brush my hair away from my face. I was so scared and so confused. So much of both that I didn't know which one I felt more.

"What are you doing here?" I took pride in the fact that my voice didn't crack. Tough guy, Brendon!

"I'm hiding from the cops, Brendon." Duh. He rolled his eyes. "Sit up a bit more." I did.

"But why did you come here?"

"Because I like you. And because-"

"How did you even know where I live?!"

"I have my ways. You wouldn't want to know."

"I do want to know. I want to know how many crazy serial murderers can just find my address when they're in trouble!"

"Keep your voice down." He said calmly. Oh fuck that.

"No I'm not going to keep my voice down!" I said louder. "How did you get my address? Why are you really here? Are you going to kill me? Why'd you kill all those other girls?"

"I got your address the same way I got the address to your job and your friend's house and your mother's house. So fucking watch it!" Joke's on him, my mother hasn't spoken to me in years haha. "I told you why I'm here. I needed a place to hide. And I liked you. I liked you when you walked in the door wearing that ugly, plain outfit." I'm not even going to go there. He was wearing a jail jumper. So last spring. "And I'm not going to kill you. I would have done it already."

"Why not?" Don't question it dumbass!

"Because," he touched my hair again. "I like you." Holy fuck. He's going to rape me. At least I'd finally lose my virginity.

"Then why kill those girls?!"

"I had to."

"Then what's stopping you from killing me?"

"Nothing." He smiled. I had to get the fuck out of here. "And don't run again, Bren. I'd hate to have to hurt you." Not if he didn't catch me. "I'm fast." He smirked.

"What the fuck are you, a mind reader?!" I pushed him back and jumped off the couch. My head began spinning again. "Help me!" I screamed. "Help!"

I felt myself being pushed agaist the closest wall. My cheek scraped against the hard surface. He turned me around so that I was facing him. The light gleamed from the sharp metal object in his hand. A knife! A fucking knife! He is going to kill me.  He brought it up to my neck and I stopped squirming. His eyes were wild and hard.

"Do you want me to fucking kill you? Huh?!" He whispered harshly. I shook my head no, of course. "Then listen to me, you're going to have to stop running. Or I'm going to have to start cutting." I nodded slightly. Afraid that the knife might slip. "No running. No yelling. No hurting your fucking self. Clear?" Another small nod. He put the knife down. My whole body relaxed. "I like you, Bren. Please don't make me hurt you."

The way he said it felt genuine. Like he really didn't want to hurt me. And if all I had to do was keep quiet and stay safe not to die, I'd do it. And then when he fell asleep, I'd call the police and tell them to come quietly. I smiled at my plan. He frowned at my smile.

"I'll stay put. I won't tell." I bit my lip to keep my face straight. "I-I like you too."

"Oh, thank the fucking lord!"

He groaned and pushed his lips onto mine. I tried not to respond, but it was lasting longer than the others. And his lips were becoming softer on mine. It felt good. I wanted to kiss back. But I wasn't even sure how to kiss back. I'd never kissed anyone before. So I closed my eyes and moved my lips like his. He groaned again and moved his hands to the back of my head. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around his waist. He pressed into me and that's when I noticed I was hard. Extremely hard. Pulling me away from the wall, he moved his hands from my head to my pants and slipped them in. I whimpered.

Oh shit! I think I might be gay.