On The Couch [Editing]

Chapter Forty-Five

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I cursed to myself seeing my hands shake in the duct tape out of fear.

Jerry is driving again after his strange sun rise venture. I don’t know what was worse, thederanged way of his behavior or the uncertainty of what is going to happen next.

With the light of the late morning as he drove I am now upright in the backseat with a musty blanket over me. No doubt to cover my bonds, but to any other driver passing by it would seem like I am just trying to stay warm.

I could see the familiar sights of Sausalito as he drove. I longed to be back at home in Evan’s arms and feared I might not ever again. I still had no idea where he was taking me, but it seemed he had a definite plan on this trip he called going down memory lane.

I realized I would have to warm up to him if I had a chance of postponing his violence long enough to be rescued. I didn’t speak unless he talked to me and stopped asking where we are going. He wasn’t going to tell me.

From the direction he now travelled, I could tell he is taking me back to our old apartment. Why? Is he trying to keep moving to his final destination or is this all part of his plan to terrorize me. I believed the latter is the most likely. He is trying to make me relive all the things he’s done to me in the past, before he gets to his grand finale.

I didn’t understand how someone could become so obsessed. I knew Jerry had a rough upbringing and the fact he made it out and became successful was part of the reason I had been attracted to him in the first place. Then something just…snapped.

“Honey we’re home,” Jerry coos with a slimy smile on his face.

We are parked across the street from the apartment we had shared for three years. Two out of the five we were together I had been trying to get away from him and moved multiple times. He always found me. The fact I wasn’t surprised that he found me now made my heart sink.

“What are we doing here?” I ask.

“We had good times here didn’t we…” He ignored my question.

“If you say so,” I snorted and immediately regretted it when he turned around giving me a dark glare.

Don’t work him up, I told myself. Jeez. At least I could be proud now that I am standing up to him and he doesn’t like it.

“There’s that attitude, you know it’s kind of…alluring and exciting to see. Too bad I will have to change that,” he smiles reaching for me and caressing a strand of hair out of my face.