{Chapter fourteen}
"I said hold still!" He growled ferociously at her constant flinching at the unbearable pain of a needle digging into her skin. She tried her best to hold her whimper after his out-lash.
"I'm trying," She muttered in a shaky breath. Sweat trailed down her features and goosebumps formed on every inch of her flesh.
Once Isaac had finished sowing, he bandaged her afflicted area. But she had shuttered not just at the amount of petrifying pain she was in, but how fear had overcome her. He reflected the same cynical features he did when he had captured her, holding captive that one day...in that dark, bloody hotel room. She wondered why she hadn't questioned being blanketed in blood.
Her most terrifying worry...who's blood was released on her skin?
She feared fear itself, she felt numb, like she wasn't even in her body anymore.
"What did you do to those men?" She questioned him as she dried her face from sweat.
"What men?" He knew very well what she was leaning towards but his purpose was to stall and avoid the unavoidable.
"You know what I'm talking about," She grumbled under her breath as his head fell into his hands, a gold majestic river of locks disheveled with his motion.
He breathed sharply through his nose. "I did what I had to do so they could leave us alone." Something had erupted within her, causing her stomach to tie up in knots and heaviness to settle upon her throat.
"...You killed them didn't you." Silence had become a bitter visitor for a long ten seconds.
"They were going to kill us. What did you want me to do?! Leave them alive so they could finish killing everyone else in the diner including us? Delilah, sometimes you have gotta do what you have to, to survive!" His anger possessed him to rise with his voice. Eyes red and veins plummeting.
Tears escaped her eyes, she rose from the motel bed and sped walked to the bathroom. Lately, that was the one place she fled to sob and pity her life and others she's caused harm to. Her fingers were tremulous just like her beating heart and thoughts. Tears free fall from her eyes for a couple of minutes before she pulled off her clothes and stepped into the tub, turning on the warm water and letting it fall on her aching muscles. She just wanted to be home. She longed for her mother's kisses and lavender scent consuming her as her mom's hugs comfort her every worry. Now she didn't have something to comfort her, she currently lived in exasperated worry and constant dismay. Delilah envied going to sleep and never waking up...though even in her dreams worry would summon them, a constant fear...a perpetual nightmare.
Once she stopped the water from rushing down her back and rinsing away the murky substances on her, she stepped out of the tub while wrapping a towel that smelled like a mix of Clorox and filth around her body. Her eyes met her reflection, she never thought she'd miss her hazelnut brown hair. She never thought she'd miss the fat on her bones like she does right now.
She threw on some clothes that were too big for her figured, and tied the side of the sweatpants in a knot, preventing the material from falling down her narrow hips. She breathed sharply through her nose nervously before opening the bathroom door and scanning her surroundings in a cautious manner.
She let out a breath Delilah didn't even know was holding. Darkness dressed in white was nowhere to be found. Knitting eyebrows took over her confused featured.
"Where is he," she murmured under her breath as she proceeded to walk around the motel room. She wasn't used to silence...it has become something odd. She debated whether or not to search for Isaac. But did she really need more distress in her life than what she already had? She didn't know why worry has suddenly washed over her. Not why she felt that worry over someone who wasn't positive whatsoever in her life, sadly the opposite.
She put on the red cap Isaac had given her previously and headed out of the room. She searched everywhere she thought he could be, but how much would she know about a place especially a motel she's never been too before, mostly in a state she hadn't been to?
Somehow she walked without thinking aboutwhere to go, she let her thoughts guide her. Why hadn't she escaped sooner? Why had she decided to trust a man on the most wanted list in America? Why trust a person who was still a complete stranger to her?S he couldn't answer her own questions.
Her gaze trailed over to the motel's pool, and there was the lost boy, Isaac Fisher dazed off with his jeans rolled to his knees and his feet slowly kicking back the water. She dared to settle next to him, mirroring his action. Silence fell upon them, the sound of winds whistle and police sirens were heard in the far distance.
He swallowed."Why are you here?"
She bites back her tongue.D elilah didn't know either. Her feelings were odd. Even more to explain.
"Aren't you scared of me. Don't you want to get away from me?! Heck, I even try my best to help you get away from me," He barked, letting his head drop to his balled fists.
She was overwhelmed and confused. "I don't know, okay. I'm sorry, what am I supposed to do?" She choked back a sob and fought back tears.
"I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know why I'm trusting you? Why do I believe I'm supposed to trust you? I don't know okay! I don't know what to think anymore. I just wanna go home." She brought her knees to her chest, burying her head in the space where they collided.
The silence was a continuous pattern.
"There's still something's I can't tell you...but I can tell you one thing, something that will trouble you even more...I don't regret taking you away." His words were shaky like he soon regretted what slipped from his tongue.
"Also, I don't regret killing those men, if I had to say that I liked it I would, even though I know it was wrong." He licked his lips and combed his greasy hair with his fingers.
"I'm a psycho! I'm sick! I'm scared of myself. I black out at times, and so do things I regret....but do I really?" He spoke nonsense
That spooked her. She inhaled sharply and pushed herself off the ground.
His eyes had darkened. "I can't change what I am Delilah. And I know that you're trying to avoid me being everything that I am. I'm a murderer, I'm psychotic. And I love it." His veins pumped with adrenaline as he stared down at the frightened girl who began to stumble back to the motel room away from what Isaac had proudly admitted he was. A complete and utter PSYCHO.
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A u t h o r ' s N o t e :
☝🏼 That's how I feel right now after finishing this chapter before a decade how I regularly do. Hahaha, I'm happy that I wrote this and get To publish this in less than two months. I'm also glad that I didn't promise to update in a specific period of time. I don't like to break promises it just isn't me. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, what do you guys think about Delilah's odd actions? Also, have you notice my step of entering this story in they Watty's ?!?! I know! It's a bold move but one that was hard to make for me. I hope
You guys keep reading this story and wait for my next update which won't be in several months caused by my laziness. Hehehe
Well, I'll catch you guys later.
✨Love - Aster ✨