Just the Beginning

Faith walks down her dark hallway with hot chocolate in her hands. When passing, she peers in to her father's bedroom next to hers. He is still sleeping. She had hoped that she didn't wake him with her nightmare.

It appears she didn't.

She fell asleep on the couch about an hour after hanging up a very long phone call with her boyfriend.

The two of them started dating fairly recently but he is already heels over head for Faith. And she enjoys his company as well. He helps take her mind off of things. She isn't as paranoid when she is around him. He makes things better.

He protects her from all of her fears.

But he isn't here to help her now.

Outside, a man stares at the dark house. He is wearing normal clothes. He did not have enough time to change. But he was able to grab a beanie and has cut holes in it and pulled it down over his face.

He wraps his fingers tighter around the baseball bat he plans on using to break inside.

He is working for someone. He has been given a task to complete. He is not sure what his boss's plans are for Faith yet.

Does he want to torture her? Yes.
Does he want her to suffer? Yes.
Does he want to kill her? Hes not sure.

He walks up her lawn, ready to begin the fun events he has planned for the night.

He lifts the bat and swings it in to a window on the side of her house.

Faith closes her laptop and listens, believing that she heard the sound of breaking glass.

She shakes her head. She knows deep down that she is just being paranoid and has nothing to worry about. Her therapist told her that physical movements of denial and speaking out loud can sometimes help the anxiety and paranoia.

If she tells herself she is crazy out loud, sometimes the voices don't win. 

She assumes it is her father going to the kitchen for something to eat. She stands off of her bed and walks in to her father's room only to find him still fast asleep.

After a few more unusual sounds, she decides to go see what was going on.

Maybe it was the wind.

Text message
From: Brian
Come downstairs ;)

She smiles at the text message. He is always trying new ways to surprise her.

"Brian?" Faith says in shock as she sees a figure in her kitchen. "What are you doing here so late and what is that you have in your hand?" She asks after locking her eyes on the long, skinny item dangling from his hand.

He opens his arms up, inviting Faith in for a hug.

She smiles and walks towards him. They embrace for a few moments before he spins her, rocking with her in his arms.

Suddenly, his finger nails sinks in to the skin around Faith's nose and mouth. She screams under his hand and tries to peel his fingers away from her face.

"Behave yourself or you die." The assailant whispers in her ear as he drags her out the back door.

The hair on the back of her neck stands up. She knows that voice.

Once outside, he shoves her to the ground, immediatley climbing over her to make sure she does not have enough time to escape him.

Fear controlls Faith now. She is almost certain she has peed herself in the struggle.

She tries to fight him as he wraps rope around her wrists and ankles.

"What are you going to do to me?" Faith says as she finds the strength to speak up. She doesn't know how long she will be able to keep it up.

"Oh me, nothing baby. I'm just the delivery person. I'm not qute sure what he will do with you yet. But I know whatever it is, it'll hurt a lot." He smirks under his mask.

Faith's breathing becomes heavier, her thoughts are clouded with the unknown; what would this psycho do to her this time. Last time he nearly killed her after torturing her for weeks.

Faith is weak. She knows she can not fight him. She is positive that she would lose if she did.

He slaps a piece of sloppily cut duct tape over her mouth and picks her off of the ground. He carries her to his car and throws her in the truck with ease.

The night has only begun.

[Posted 4/10/17]