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My Calling
“Let’s go,” Matt said.
I followed him to his car and placed my hand on my chest at the pain under my left collarbone before signaling to head towards my house and he revved his engine. I needed him to come with me to Blackwater Falls but his old Camaro couldn’t make the trek. He had no chains on his tires and we were going into some crazy weather and it wasn’t likely to make it up the obscure dirt road to Jesse’s parents’ cabin.
I needed to get to my truck, not just for the truck though, for several baseball bats setting underneath my seat as well.
The car ride to my house felt like an eternity. We were understandably quiet. The fact that I couldn’t speak more than one or two words together wasn’t helping much either. I could also tell Matt didn’t want to cause me any unnecessary pain or maybe he was taking my ‘no questions asked’ demand a bit too literally. It was probably the fact that he already knew where we were going and was debating on whether or not it was worth our friendship to take me back to the hospital and spare both our lives or even Jesse’s.
Jesse. Jesse, the most deranged person I’ve ever known of in my entire life and whom I had no idea had it in him to be so. Jesse, someone I don’t even think Marisa or even Taylor knew was capable of such monstrosity.
When Matt killed the engine, he sat in the driver’s seat while I removed my seat belt and began to exit the car. He didn’t so much as blink and I hesitated at the door’s handle, sat back again only to nod in realization that Matt had no intention of coming with me. I didn’t blame him. He did the most he was willing to do and I could tell he was struggling with the words to say. I grabbed his shoulder, squeezed, and smiled the best crooked smile I could through the pain to let him know it was okay and bolted into the winter’s night.
o;Let me do this Julia or I’ll think of another use for my hand and believe me, you will not find it so pleasant. Here’s a little clue for you, it involves my butterfly knife, and your skin.”
I stilled.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, running his fingers through my hair again and again, tainting me with his vileness. He turned me around, his jaw tight, and ran his right hand up my arm until his fingers found my face. He pinched my jaw between his thumb and index finger.
Leaning into my ear he said, “I’ve wanted you for a very, very long time Julia.” He bit my ear and I shrieked at the unexpected pain. “Here, let me take care of this uncomfortable tape for you.”
Before I could brace myself, he unraveled the tape harshly from my face and it pulled my hair and skin so roughly I could feel blood trickling down my face and neck. I refused to cry.
“No tears?” He asked, bewildered. “But there’s blood Julia. I’m sure that had to hurt.” He turned my face from side to side, inspecting his handiwork. “Hmm. Oh, I see.” He chuckled. “You’re trying to be brave. Foolish girl. Now I know your threshold and I’ll be sure to inflict enough to bring the reaction I want. You would have been smarter to feign your tolerance for pain.”
I watched as he flipped the broad side of the blade of his knife to rest in his palm. He squeezed his hand together and I saw blood begin to trickle down his forearm and onto the floor. When he had a decent amount of blood in his hand, he raised the palm of his hand and ran slippery digits down my throat and the back of my neck. It was warm and the tangy bitterness made my head spin.
“There, now we are as one Julia.”
He leaned in closer to me and ran the tip of his tongue across the surface where our blood mixed together.
“We taste incredible,” he winked. “Salty.”
My eyes watered but I refused to let one slip as he watched in hopeful anticipation, his eyebrows furrowed and lips curled around an evil smile. When I didn’t give him what he wanted he just laughed and dragged me towards the fireplace.
“Sit,” he said, and guided me to the floor.
I sat with my back against the sofa. He threw wood into the hearth and started the gas before lighting the flame.
“Wouldn’t want you to get sick now would we pet? Especially since you’re in need of getting out of those cold, wet clothes.”
I was afraid to use my voice, but I had a few choice words standing by.
“Stand,” he said and positioned himself above me. I obeyed. “Turn around.” I did.
He untied my hands and repositioned me so I was facing him again. “Undress.”
“No,” I said, finding my voice.
“Let me set some ground rules for you puppet. When I say ‘jump’, you say ‘how high Jesse?’. Got it? If you refuse me anything, I will make it so difficult for you to breathe you’ll beg me for death. Understand?”
I nodded my response.
“Undress,” he repeated.
I removed all my clothing except for my underwear and bra and held the wet clothes against my body.
“Walk into the laundry room.” I did. “Put your clothes in the dryer and start it. I need to get out of here fast but I can’t have you dying of hypothermia before I get to do my thing.” I did as I was told and covered myself the best I could with my hands and arms. “Go stand by the fire.”
