Day 29

The sounds of birds chirping nearby echoed in the background causing Samantha to stir. Her eyes felt like huge boulders as she struggled to lift them. After struggling for a few seconds they fluttered open and she gasped at her surroundings.

She was lying down on a huge bed in a room that she did not recognize. A beautiful one at that. The room was wooden all over, from the floors to the furniture and to her left was a huge window where the sun shone through brighter than ever. Samantha couldn't believe her eyes, there were branches and what seemed like an infinite amount of leaves outside. This was definitely not Jerry's house.

Was this supposed to be heaven? She attempted to get up but winced in pain when she applied pressure to her hands and that was when she saw the huge bandages wrapped around her wrists. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a shirt which clung to her sticky body and had dried blood stains on it. Confused she tried to recollect what had happened but all she remembered was the excruciating pain of cutting herself to escape from Jerry.

But this wasn't his house and it wasn't any other house she was familiar with either. Where the hell was she? Maybe she had been rescued. Her heart raced at the thought but if she had been rescued, wouldn't her parents be here, or at least someone she knew? Or maybe she had died and this was heaven or hell, she wasn't sure.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of china rattling and she stilled wondering who it was. The sound of footsteps approaching became louder and louder and Samantha held her breath praying it was her parents or the police but when she saw his familiar face her heart sank and a strangled cry escaped her lips. No not him, not him again!

No matter what she did, no matter how much she prayed, no matter how much she resisted Jerry was always there. Like cancer he had insidiously crept into her life, invading her mind,body and soul and spreading everywhere until there was no escape. A cruel sinister cancer that didn't even have the decency to let her die in peace.

Whether she liked it or not he had become a part of her and seeing him here further proved it. As long as he was alive he would never leave her alone.

She tried to move away from him as he neared her carrying a tray of food in his hands but her hands hurt like hell and her back hit the headboard of the bed. She also felt extremely weak as if all the energy had been drained out of her.

"Please don't touch me,"she whimpered as tears of helplessness pooled at the corners of her eyes.

"Samantha," he breathed in the usual desperate way he always did. "You're awake, thank God! I brought you some food, you mus--must eat." He placed the tray on a table next to the bed and sat down beside her. Looking at her guiltily, he sighed deeply and then ran a hand through his hair.

He literally looked like a zombie. He had huge dark circles under his eyes, his face was a sickly shade of white and his hair looked unwashed and grimy. His grey eyes were so hollow Samantha felt like she was staring into a dead persons eyes and realized she probably looked just as bad if not worse.

"Please eat, "Jerry begged looking like he was going to cry himself. "You have no idea the hell I went through these past few days. Killing Olivia was one thing but when I found you Samantha I swear I wanted to kill myself. How could you do such a thing? To me? To yourself?"

His voice broke and he rubbed his now wet eyes. "I know what I did to you was terrible but was it really enough to take your life?"

"I- I thought y-you were going to kill me too," Samantha's voice broke. Her heart softened at the sight of him crying and she couldn't help but pity him. Why did she always end up pitying him?

"If you die, I die Samantha."

"How did you- how am I alive right now? Where are we?"

"If you eat I will tell you."

Did he seriously just say that? One minute he's crying and the next he's making demands. However, looking at the bacon and eggs made her mouth water so Samantha tried to reach over but her hands hurt so bad she had to put them down immediately. It took more effort to move and she just didn't have the energy.

"I can't," she cried in frustration.

At seeing this he quickly scooted nearer and placed the tray on his lap.

"Don't worry I'll feed you," he said and he picked up a glass of water and tilted it so she could drink. She finished it in one gulp and immediately her throat felt less sore. He then fed her spoonfuls of bacon and eggs pausing when she needed him to.

"I came down after I had finished cleaning up upstairs. To be honest I felt really guilty and I wanted to give you your space but I just had to check before I took a nap, you know? When I came down and found you like that I completely freaked out."

He paused and fed her another mouthful. She ate quietly as she stared at his gaunt face and waited for him to continue.

"I quickly checked for a pulse and you still had one even though it was faint. I swear Samantha in that moment when I thought that I had lost you, the amount of pain I felt was so indescribable it was like something died inside but when I felt your pulse I felt hope. That was when I realized just how much you mean to me, you are my lifeline, my only source of happiness. I am so sorry for what I did that night if I could take it back I swear I would."

She knew she should be used to his words by now but they hit her like a bullet train. She was his lifeline? His only source of happiness? How could she affect someone like that. How could anyone affect someone like that? He was sick and mentally unstable. He had to be because whatever he did just didn't make sense no matter how much he justified it.

He looked at her earnestly expecting a response but she had no energy to argue so she just kept quiet.

"So when I found out you were still alive I tied both your wrists to prevent further blood loss. I then bandaged them after placing some hemostatic gel my dentist recommended I get last time. It was actually prescribed for me after I had an extraction and had prolonged bleeding but it was all I could think of and it kind of helped. Anyway I thought about your idea of running away and figured now was the best time so here we are."

"And here is?" Samantha finally spoke. Now that she had eaten she felt more alive.

"This is my family's lake house. Actually it was my mum's, but when she passed away I inherited it. About the only nice thing she did for me," he mumbled bitterly.

"It's beautiful," Samantha whispered as she looked outside at the trees and the birds that were scuttering around their branches. "How far away are we?"

"Far enough, and it's way more beautiful outside,you haven't seen anything yet,"he smiled. "You look so much better now that you've eaten."

"Thanks, I think I'm going to take a bath. I feel really sticky and disgusting." Samantha slowly placed her feet on the floor and tried to get up only to fall back down on the bed again.

"You need to rest,"he insisted and placed a hand on her forehead pushing back a strand of hair that had stuck to it. "Thankfully you don't have a fever."

"I can't rest when I feel so dirty."

"Do you want me to help you?" he asked suddenly.

Samantha wanted to say 'no' obviously but she couldn't exactly do it herself and it's not like he had never seen her naked before. So after a moments hesitation she nodded curtly and ignored the way his face lit up in surprise and happiness.

He picked her up swiftly careful not to place pressure on her wrists and carried her to the bathroom. He then placed her down gently onto the toilet seat where he began undoing her blouse. As he undid the second button Samantha froze suddenly remembering what he did to her last time and she moved away.

He looked at her frightened face and she could see the pain etched all over his face. "I'm not going to hurt you Samantha, if you want me to take you back I will."

If he wanted to rape her again he could've done it any time but he didn't. At realizing this Samantha visibly relaxed and told herself she would just have to trust him. He was all she had anyway. She leaned towards him in response and shook her head.

"I'm fine I trust you,"she said not believing the words that left her mouth.

He gave her a small smile and proceeded to unbutton the rest of her blouse. He then carefully lifted it over her head leaving her stark naked on the toilet seat. She shivered silently while he turn the tap and let the water run in the bathtub.

"I made it warm don't worry,"he reassured never once looking at her inappropriately which actually surprised her. He then picked her up like she weighed nothing and placed her into the tub of water keeping her hands on the edges of the bathtub.

The moment the water hit her skin she sighed in pleasure and momentarily forgot he was there. That was until he began to run water through her hair and massage her head with soap. She resisted a moan at the contact, his hands worked magic on her scalp she felt like she was in a hair salon.

Once he was done with her hair he proceeded to the nape of her neck and then her back. She noticed him bent at an uncomfortable angle as he struggled to bathe her from outside the bathtub.

"Why don't you just come inside?"She blurted without thinking.

"What?"He stared at her in shock with his hands now at his sides.

"If you can't do it from the outside just come inside. You look like you could use a bath too anyway,"she snapped feeling more like herself by the minute. She didn't care if he came in naked or fully clothed as long as he didn't rape her she was fine. She was stuck with him so she'd might as well get used to it.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he began to undress in front of her. Samantha felt her cheeks redden slightly when he got into the tub with only his boxer shorts on. He sat behind her and lathered soap all over her back. As he rinsed off the soap he gently massaged her shoulders making her relax against him.

She tried not to think about how twisted this whole situation was. She was naked and leaning against her naked captor and he was bathing her while her useless hands rested on the bathtub edges and she wasn't scared that he could rape her again.

"If he wanted to he would've done it already,"a small voice said in her head. But the old Samantha would never have let him touch her this way and then she realized she was so messed up she didn't even care anymore.

He started on her front and she sucked in a breath when he started scrubbing a little lower. Images of the two of them doing things other than bathing briefly flitted through her mind and she felt disgusted with herself. Yup she was definitely messed up. Surprisingly he didn't linger anywhere he wasn't supposed to and he finished before she knew it.

Once he was done with her he moved to the other end of the tub and began washing himself. Samantha quietly watched him from where she sat. Despite the circumstances he hadn't tried anything and that not only surprised Samantha it also warmed her heart slightly.

She stared as the water glistened on his slim body, the way his black hair looked even darker when it was wet as it fell across his forehead, and noticed that his face had somehow gained some color suddenly. He was handsome there was no denying it but why did he have to be so psycho? Such a waste she thought.

When he was done and caught her staring she quickly looked away pretending to study the wall. Out of the corner of her eye she caught him smiling to himself and she immediately regretted it.

"Come on,"he said as he helped her up. He wrapped a towel around her and began patting her dry. Once he was done he wrapped her in the towel to keep her warm and proceeded to dry himself.

Once he was done he barely looked at her as he rushed out to get them some clothes to wear. After he dressed, he helped her get into her shorts and an over sized shirt. Samantha didn't know why but him helping her put on her clothes felt more intimate than actually being intimate with him. Her heart softened slightly at the gesture and she realized he was really trying.

He carried her to bed and placed her down gently.

"Goodnight Samantha,"he said lovingly while he placed a towel beneath her wet hair. She noticed it was already getting dark outside.

"You're not going to tie me up?"Samantha asked already expecting it.

He smiled. "No more of that, if you want to escape be my guest but I doubt you would survive the night out there especially in this condition."

She ignored his threat, still in shock that he wasn't going to tie her up not that she could escape like this but still it was paranoid Jerry we're talking about.

He proceeded to leave but Samantha stopped him before she could control herself.

"You can stay if you want,"she said not really wanting to be alone in this new place at the moment. Eerie shadows were cast unto the floor by the moonlight shining through the swaying trees.

Within a few minutes of lying down next to her Jerry had fallen into a deep slumber and Samantha wondered if he had slept at all since that night. She wondered if she would succeed if she were to try and escape now. Probably not.

She hadn't explored the place so she didn't know what she was up against and she was injured. No she needed to recuperate and create a strategy. Either that or she was stuck with him which seemed more likely.

She turned to look at him. His mouth was parted slightly and he looked so peaceful not like the deranged murderer she saw a few days ago.

"You are my only source of happiness,"his voice echoed in her head. If she was stuck with him so be it, she would try to make him her source of happiness too.





Heyyy a nice longggg chapter for you guys for the long wait lol. Btw I was surprised to see so many comments in the last chapter and was so happy that you guys were excited for the new post. I swear when I see any comment and vote notification Im so happy its sad lolol.

Anyway if you enjoyed this chapter please vote/comment/share :) :)

And what did you think of Jerry in this chapter? Has he changed and is sorry or is he just bipolar? And what about confused Samantha?

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