Message in a Bottle

Hide and Seek (41)

I hear a plop come from the front door, I jolt and hold Mason closely to my chest. I sit there a few moments, daring to look in that direction. It didn't sound like a knock, it didn't sound like somebody was trying to pick the lock, it sounded as if something fell. 

I swallow my fear and quietly inch over to the tile flooring by the front door, I need to know where that sound came from. My questions are quickly answered once I spot something rectangular on the ground laying in front of the door. It didn't take me too long to figure out it came through the mail slot, that means somebody was outside the door right now. 

I feel as if I was going to faint. I reach for the object on the ground, the curiosity getting the best of me. Through the moonlight that shined through the window, I was able to decipher exactly what it was. It was my journal. 

I begin to hyperventilate, trying to get a deep breath. It seemed as if my air tube was constricting, getting tighter and tighter, causing me to struggle to regain my breath. Mike is here. Who else would have that journal? Who else would want to scare me like this? Mason was silent, which I was thankful for. 

The door knob starts to jiggle, just like it would if someone was trying to get in. I froze, my body not responding to my brain's functions. My fingers couldn't maintain a hold on the journal due to them shaking so much, so it dropped.

It fucking dropped. 

I wanted to slam my head against the wall. Everything was silent except for the sound the journal made as it landed on the floor. The handle stopped moving, I was such an idiot! My entire body is trembling now, he knew I was in the house. He fucking knew I was in the house with Mason! 

Suddenly, it sounds like somebody was slamming their body against the door. I quickly jump up, looking for the best place to hide with Mason. Maybe I could go out one of the windows, but that still left us out and open. I decide against it as I headed for one of the closets, even Mason knew something was horribly wrong, he had his eyes wide with fear. 

But, a closet? That would probably be the first place he'd look! I didn't want to be trapped in if he came in and found us, I needed some room to escape. I was running out of time, I could hear the pounding getting louder, and those hinges could only last so long with Mike's weight. 

I was standing in mine and Harry's room when I hear the door give out. A loud bang fills the house and I catch myself from screaming. I spin around, desperate for somewhere to go. I slide underneath the bed, pulling Mason along next to me. "Mason, you have to be quiet," I whisper, even though he probably didn't know what I was saying. I put my pointer finger to my mouth, warning him to be quiet. He did nothing but stare at me, I had a feeling this would be it for us.

"Ciara, I know you're here," I hear his all too familiar voice yell from the living room. I shut my eyes and wrap my left arm around Mason after I made sure we weren't able to be seen from Mike's view. I can hear things getting flipped and shifted in the other room, nothing would stop him from finding us now. Mike is cursing loudly, I try to keep my breathing slow and under control, but I couldn't. I was comforting Mason, talking softly in his ear, hoping it would keep him from crying. 

I hear his footsteps enter the hall, each step getting closer to the room we were in. I should have thought ahead more, we were in the first room he would come across. I grasp Mason's body tightly, this could be it. This could be the end. "I love you," I whimper to my son, my voice practically silent. 

I hear him enter the room, his heavy boots clacking against the wooden floor. "I did this all for you. Why won't you love me?" He screams, pushing all the items off the dresser. I watch them land and scatter on the ground, Mason could sense something was wrong, so he surprisngly remained quiet. 

I could hear him throw clothing out of the closet, making sure we weren't in there. I felt a small ache of relief, good thing we didn't go in there or we would have been gone already, maybe there's still hope for us. Please God, have there be hope for us. And if there's not enough hope for me, just let there be enough hope for my son. Please God. Please.

But there wasn't, at least I didn't think there was when the mattress flipped over, revealing Mason and I to the physco that wanted nothing more but to kill us.

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