• Chapter 10: loose ends
    I looked at what I wrote and quickly tore it to pieces. I heard the door knock again and found it bust open with a pair of eyes that were sending the same message as always ‘run’. I simply knelt my head down and didn’t care anymore as I heard the door click and the lock closed to lock the door. He walked over to me and put his cold arm around my shoulder with his other under my knees and lifted me onto my bed. He sat down next to me and looked at me. “What do you want” I croaked ready to just give him what eve it was he wanted. There was no response so I looked up and found him staring not glaring but staring me in the eye. “I don’t want to repeat myself but what do you want so I can get it over with and you can leave me alone.” I said coldly. “…I want to make peace with you and help you get out of here if you simply help me with my category on humans” he stated. “Like what” I asked. “Question one: may I see what a female’s body looks like?” he asked. “Uh what” I asked confused. “May I see what you look like since you are the only female I know?” He explained. I gasped and scooted away. “No! Geez! What do you think I am you pervert!” screeched. I slapped his face but it didn’t remove the same no emotion face and instead of him having a red mark…I did. He turned to look me up and down and then replied. “Very well” he stated and soon had the laser eyes again scan my body…x-ray…I blocked his eyes and he removed them. “I needed to know so I did a quick examination” he explained. I rolled my eyes and looked away. “Question two: Are smoke and or cigarettes good for humans” he asked. I nodded no. he looked away. We had sat there for a while and he asked various questions until we were on the last one. “Question three hundred and forty six: how does the human reproduce?” he asked. I turned red and soon found myself lying to him. “Uh well there’s a stork and when you want a baby you say ‘hey stork! I want a kid!’ and he drops it on your head and you take care of it.” I shrugged. “You are lying” he stated. He used his laser eyes and computed what the truth was in my mind. “Thank you” he finished. I nodded still red and before he left my room he pressed his lips to my cheek. “What was that for?” I asked confused with a hint of excitement in my voice. “Is that not how you humans say thank you?” he asked. “Uh well only if you’re like French or you have a very close relationship with them” I said quietly. He nodded “oh I see” he said and left the room.
    The next morning I awoke to the sound of Simon’s car driving away. I had figured it out. My mom was never coming back. Her things were gone and she hadn’t come back to get me. She didn’t even have the nerve to leave a note saying where I could find her…she was officially out of my life. I got up to get dressed. I went downstairs and gasped at the sight I found. Simon was here but Andrew was nowhere in sight. He looked towards me. “Hello Marni” he said in a halfhearted voice. I cocked an eyebrow at him and snuck to the bathroom door when I was stopped by a hand. I looked behind me to find Simon looking me in the eye about 2 centimeters from my face. “What are you doing?” he asked happily. “Uh going to take a shower?” I asked. He nodded. Then he put his hand up to my face and rubbed my cheek where I had a scar from him. “How could I…so beautiful, such soft skin, you look like your mother more everyday…” he whispered. I smacked his hand away and ran in the bathroom to lock the door. What was wrong with him? First he beats me to a pulp now he’s flirting and complimenting me? I don’t know which side is scarier. I walked out when I was done and noticed I had the house to myself. “Yes!” I exclaimed. I ran into the rooms and back out exploring my freedom and stopped when I looked at the basement door.
    I slowly walked in and turned the knob to be the curious type I was I found myself down in the basement. I looked around and found a book. It had only about 30 pages. I flipped open the front. “The man came home to his loving wife who little he knew had a daughter to be returning from the awful memories of her plastered in his mind.” The narrator said. I looked closer at the pages and soon turned the page. “and so he lost control…he took drugs…cheated on his wife, beat is stepdaughter and eventually got sick of this…he wanted them dead…he made a creation, designed it to kill, made his wife leave him without her, something went wrong though. The creation loved the daughter, so he turned, tried to scare her with gentleness, it worked, and she ran, he killed his creation as a-” and it ended on that page. I was about to turn it when I heard the door slam from the front entrance. I heard Simon’s voice and quickly ran up to the living room. He smiled at me and waved before walking off. I glared at him and ran to my room where I found Andrew sitting on my bed with my shirt in his hand. I slowly walked closer to him. “What are you…” I started to ask when he ripped it to pieces. I backed away and fell to the ground. He looked up at me with the same dark blue eyes. “I’m sorry I startled you. I felt rage and didn’t mean to do this to your shirt” he whispered. I nodded and gulped back the lump that had been in the back of my throat. I went next to him and picked up the shreds. “Why so angry” I asked hoarsely. He nodded. “Just my creator, don’t worry about it” he stated. I eyed him suspiciously and sighed. He looked my way and took in an unnecessary breath. “He wants me to kill you” he stated. I felt my heart sink to my stomach as I grew wide eyed and simply looked down, all color washed from my face. “I told him no, so he plans to clone me and simply deposit my hard drive in the compost” he said. I gasped at his words. How could he do this? Why was this necessary? What did I ever do to Simon? So many questions were running thoughts my head. I looked up to see him taking a deep breath before I found myself in the corner of the room huddled in a ball. I started to cry. “I thought you weren’t going to kill me!” I yelled. “Miss Marniella please quiet down and I will give you an appropriate answer. Just because I despise the idea of this doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it.” He said dangerously. I started to panic as I effortlessly slammed my fists against his chest. Until he picked me up and slammed me to the floor. I groaned in pain and crawled away from him but he kicked me and then picked me up once more as he slammed me hard against the wall. His hand gripping my throat I found myself feeling weak and dizzy. I tried to pull at his hand but it was like his fingers were welded to my neck. I started to see black dots form in spots around my eyes and soon found myself letting go of all my strength and just blacking out.
    I found myself tied to a bed. I looked around and started to panic when I realized it wasn’t MY room. It was my mother’s room. And it was trashed. The curtains were torn, the dresser was blocking the doorway and in the corner of the room in the shadows of the day was Andrew. Watching me. Glaring at me with eyes that could kill someone. I tried to sit up but the ropes made it difficult to even move. He walked slowly to me and pushed my head back. To wear I was fully laid down on the bed. His body close to mine. His breath cool against my face made me want to breathe it in and never let out. I looked in his blue glass eyes and saw no emotion. The pressure of his body against me made me nervous with him being heavy. He put his lips to my ear. “I’ll try not to make this painful” he whispered. I closed my eyes waiting for my final moment when I heard the door being knocked. “who’s in there!” Simon yelled. Andrew climbed off quickly but roughly and moved the dresser as he opened the door. “what are you doing? You’re supposed to be killing her not raping her!” he yelled at Andrew. I watched as Andrew flinched back with fear. “I was trying to sir!” he explained back with fear. Simons face of rage turned into a relaxed yet considering look. “oh you were trying?” he asked calmly with a tint of evil in his voice. Andrew quickly nodded his head. Simon smiled. “let me watch you then, carry on” he said cheerfully. I heard the lump in Andrew’s throat go down as he swallowed. “Uh um yes s sir” he whispered. He turned to me with pleading eyes as he got close to me. I backed my head away when he touched my cheek. His lips to my ear. His cheek brushing against mine, the vibration of his voice dancing on the nerves to my ear in a single word whisper he had told me. “go” what? I couldn’t leave! Not him! He was trying to kill me yet I felt so unable to move away from him. Like that book twilight without the good vampire, the weird girl, and the fact that he loved her and she loved him. I hated Andrew, but I felt so attracted to him as well, he was a robot who was programmed to be evil, I was weird yes but also down to earth. I looked at him and he gave an agitated look.