Chapter 16:

"Jill, there's nothing to worry about…"

"You're going to be just fine."

"Is this going to hurt?"

"It might sting a little. But everything's going smoothly so far."

Jill winced," Ouch."

"It's ok. Now I need you to take this."

"Ok."

Jill excused herself. After about 5 minutes, she returned and waited outside with her escorts.

"Ok. I'll be right back and Mr. Rogerstein will be with you."

Jill shrugged," Alright."

Afterwards, the doctor came in, putting down a folder with new updated documents. His hair was grey with a stripe of silver that complimented his black thin rimmed glasses. He rolled up a chair to sit infront of his young patient with weaved fingers.

"Well there's no infection on your bottom lip whatsoever. There's no other sort of disease in your body. System's clean. No head injury, so that's good news. But you might want to keep a healthy diet. Your body needs wheat and fruit and drink lots of water and wash your hands."

"Ok. Can I go?"

"Of course, you can. There's nothing else we've found. You may go and have a wonderful day. You can get our medicine from the reception desk. And give Mr. Stevenson my best. Him and I go way back."

"Ok, thanks," she walked out.

Miss Jill Johnson walked out to the main reception desk to speak with the woman speaking on the phone. A brunette with a big bun with red painted nails. She motioned her finger up, then clicked the phone back in place, stretching a smile to her.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Jill. My appointment's over."

"Alrighty then. Here's your excuse slip and your next appointment is tomorrow. You may talk to your escorts about it and…are you in school?"

"No, currently, I'm not…"

"Alright, this is your medicine. Take it before each meal and swallow it with plenty of water. Take care dear. We'll see you tomorrow," she smiled.

"Thanks," Jill tucked away her permission slip in her pocket.

She opened the door to the two gentlemen sitting in the waiting chairs, reading magazines and sipping their coffee mugs. Once they saw her, they stood up on their feet, ready to leave.

"Hey…" Jill whispered to Mr. Stevenson, chief of police.

"Miss Johnson. Anything?"

"Nothing. I'm clean. So, now what?"

The police officers opened the door for her to exit, and escorted her to the big black SUV parked.

"We take you back to the station to meet your parents."

"Ok. Mr. Rogerstein says 'hi' too."

"Ah, yes. Mark and I have known eachother since Highschool."

"Speaking of Highschool… When can I go back? I have one more year to go. I'm a senior."

"That's up to your parents…" Mr. Stevenson smiled," Are you ready to see them?"

As far as she's known, Jill felt that she's been in the attic for at least 1 week. With everything that has happened to her, Jill couldn't remember herself counting how many hours she's been trapped. But when she was discovered on the side of the highway by passerby hunters, she's been on missing posters for 11 months.

11 months and finally she's been found. The newspapers and television news were absolutely buzzing with her pictures and what information they had, which was only a limited amount, because Jill didn't want any kind of celebrity.

Mr. Stevenson was a very strong and kind man, looking after her the second he introduced himself to her, promising the most heart gripping reunion.

And it was.

Jill's parents cried their hearts out and when the following week passed by, her parents were more strict with rules. But every day, Mr. Stevenson would visit and pay tribute to her ferocious courage for dealing with murderous lunatic.

Her parents would always want to cook big dinners for him, and it was an added bonus to having their daughter back in their arms again.

The Chief of Police was Gerard Stevenson, Jill's own personal protector who was a very handsome man.

When a month passed by, Jill had him as her own personal guest in her house, inviting him to the living room to watch old black and white movies.

Play some Jenga and Monopoly and talk about the future and what she would like to be when she grows up, which was an easy answer, a psychologist.

It was a reasonable career, and something that captured Jill's interest every since her freshman year.

Gerard, he insisted to be called, supported her answer by telling her that she could do it, if she supported herself as well as she says she will.

That she was a young beautiful strong woman who deserved a dream, who won't walk back to the past to relive the horrible nightmares that haunts every telephone wire in this household all over the County to ring and ring and ring and ring.

He pulled a soft smile, telling her to get a good night's sleep, but Jill insisted that he stay for dinner.

Agreeing to the suggestion, Gerard helped her cook with jalapeños, chicken, green peas, sweet peas, cut corn, and home-made mashed potatoes.

Cutting, slicing and dicing to mix and mash and smash into a delicious dinner only to be joined with grilled chicken.

Releasing a scent attracting her parents to join them at the dinner table.

It was then that a phone call rang interrupting their chit chat for a split second, only to have Jill get up and answer it herself.

"I'll get it…"

Gerard was proud of her. Being able to pick up a phone without fearing who was on the other line, and he smiled, continuing his dinner, but kept his ears open. Jill sat on the couch.

"Hello? Is this the Johnson Family?"

"Yes it is."

"Is Jill Johnson there?"

"This is she speaking."

"Oh, Jill, hello, um, I just wanted to call you about your test results from the clinic."

"Yes? That was a month ago."

"Yea. When I said that your system was cleared. That wasn't true. Somehow we missed a few small numbers. After reading through your chart, we discovered that…"

"Yes?"

"It's nothing bad. But, you're pregnant."

The world stopped. Like a dog on a chain, reality rushed to Jill, ready to bite, but stopped dead infront of her. She was about to faint.

"What? No I'm not. I feel fine."

"As of late, have you been feeling nauseous? Or fatigued?"

"No. This can't be right… The results were from a month ago."

"That's why we would like you to come back. We just need to check. For your safety, Miss Johnson…"

Jill looked down at the carpet as if trying to find the answer there. Then Gerard came into the living room with a bowl in his hand, licking his spoon and sat across from her on the couch.

"Hm! I had no idea that your mother could make home-made ice cream. You… Jill? Is everything ok?"

She didn't move, but handed him the phone. Gerard got up, pacing, and talking to the doctor about Jill and what was going on.

The signs Gerard showed when he found out about the truth about her pregnancy was when he stopped, slunk down into the couch, holding his head up with one hand.

He hung up.

Both of them were silent, figuring out what to say to eachother, but nothing came to mind. So Jill broke the silence.

"Mr. Stevenson… There was something I didn't tell you when you first picked me up…"

"Don't."

Jill looked up.

Gerard came up to her," Don't explain it to me. I believe I know what happened. But Dr. Rogerstein said you can come back in tomorrow, and we can cancel all appointments until we know what's really going on."

"Please don't tell…"

"Jill… Your parents need to know. I'm an officer and it's my job to bring the truth to everyone who is in my care and custody. As for you, you are the most important one that I care for."

"You can't do this! No!"

Gerard got up from the couch, just in time for Jill's father to come into the room. Her father saw that his daughter was crying, making him alarmed.

"What's going on?"

"Mr. Johnson, there's something we need to talk about."

"Dad!"

"Jill what happened?"

Gerard ushered him into the dining room where they sat down with her mother, and began to talk.

Everything was going to shit, and Jill couldn't stand it, so she ran up to her room, shut the door, opened all the windows and went into her closet.

Fear not the cellphone.

Jill crawled to her dresser to get her mobile and retreated back into the closet for its protecting tight space and darkness.

She didn't want to hear the results tomorrow.

It was scary as hell, just thinking about waiting in the clinic, sitting next to other pregnant women, then walking into another tight space room.

Florescent light burning the floors until they burn with an unnatural white color to make her pupils go crazy.

To be left alone with a doctor, the bringer of bad news.

Then to wait…slowly…for nine months… getting bigger and bigger, to feel kicking, taste an unfamiliar substance on your tongue, blood curling screams cutting her throat at every mouthful of air, pushing and feeling pain only to give birth to the child of a sick demonic mad man.

It rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"Oh my god… Jill!"

"It's me."

"Holy shit! It's good to hear from you! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine…"

"So what's up? Anything new? What's going on?"

"Can I come over?"

"Now?"

Jill giggled, "Yes, now… Please."

"Of course. Yea. I'll be here."

"Thanks…"

Jill did make it over his house, and was immediately invited into the house. Jill was seated in the living room while Bobby went into the kitchen to get them both drinks, and she got up and followed him. It's been awhile since she's seen her old boyfriend, and she was glad that he was still inviting and open to her.

"Sorry, we're out of Coke…" Bobby said digging around in the fridge.

"Maybe we can make something? Like, a root-beer float?"

"Ok. You can get the ice cream and I'll get the soda…"

"Do you have any money? Maybe we can order some take-out?"

"I don't have any… Plus I'm not in the mood."

Bobby shrugged, "Well, do you want to go out and get something?"

"I don't feel like going anymore right now. Can't we just stay in?"

"Ok. It's a good idea…"

Jill offered, " I can make us both something…"

Bobby frowned.

"Oh, well, um, this is going to sound really stupid… But since what happened lately, it's a bit more safe if I mix my own drink. No offense."

She smiled, "None taken."

"So how you've been? Are you doing alright lately?"

"Nothing much. Nothing's new… I'm home. I'm with my family. That's it."

"Are you sure? Haven't heard from Scarlet?"

"Oh, Scarlet. No, I haven't. Ever since I got back I haven't been able to contact anybody. I've really missed her."

Bobby put his head down.

"Did you really miss me?"

She looked up at him, and nodded.

"Yes. I did. I missed everyone. W-When I was…away… I thought about everyone I knew and about everyone I loved."

"Good. Because I really missed you too…"

Bobby offered her a drink and they both sat down to watch television and movies. Jill got a few calls from her mom and dad, but she ignored it and put it on silent. She was about to break down any moment. She couldn't bear the thought about being pregnant with the child of a monster. Perhaps, Bobby could understand, but being her ex boyfriend and all, it was not the best idea.

Further into the night, Bobby began to talk to her about what happened to him over the 11 months that she was gone. But as he kept talking, Jill got another call from her parents, making her furious enough to think about throwing her cellphone out of the window. But she didn't.

"Jill, I really missed you…"

"I missed you too…"

Bobby laid his hand on her shoulder, and leaned into her, but not far enough to kiss her.

"Bobby…"

"Jill… Don't go. Spend the night here. I know your parents are pissing you off. They're pissing me off too… Let's just hang out…"

She pushed him away softly," I can't. I have to go home. I n-need to tell them something… No matter how much I want to deny it."

"What? I'm not good enough to be your boyfriend?"

Jill stopped in her tracks.

"It's not that… It's not you-"

"It's not you, it's me! Are you kidding!"

"Why are getting mad?"

"Do you have ANY idea how long I've waited for you?" Bobby stomped his foot.

"What is wrong with you today?"

"Me? It's you! You hurt me, Jill! After all I did for you…"

"That's… that's…" Jill nearly fell over.

Jill stammered and ran to the nearest sink. Out came vomit and Bobby came up from behind her and held up her hair.

"Oh god… I need to go home… I need… medicine…"

Jill staggered to her purse which laid on the couch and she dialed the number to her parents. Bobby came out with a small glass of water, which Jill gulped down to wash out the spicy taste of vomit off her tongue.

Oh no. What if it was true? That she was pregnant?

"Would you like to call your parents?"

"Yes. Give it to me," Jill held her ear to the phone.

Her mother answered.

"Jill?"

"Mom!"

"Where are you? Mr. Stevenson told us everything!"

"I know. I know."

"You get back here right now! Don't you ever run off like this again!"

"Mom, I'm ok. I'm with Bobby. I'll be home soon."

Her mom was dead silent.

"Wait… What did you just say?"

Something wasn't right.

"I'll be home."

"No… Who are you with?"

"Bobby…" Jill bit her lip," Why?"

"B-Bobby's suppose… he's suppose to be in the Mental Hospital!"

Like a mad dog on a chain, reality rushed to Jill's face and stopped! Jill looked at her ex-boyfriend in the corner of her eye. He was cleaning up the cups in the kitchen. No. It can't be.

"Jill! Get OUT of there!" her mother screamed.

Jill hung up and slowly put her cellphone in her bag, held it up on her shoulder, and slowly looked up at the door. From where she was standing, the gold slide lock was put in place, shutting her from the outside world. What did Bobby do to make him as a mental patient?

"Jill? Are you ok? You look a little pale."

She tried to concentrate on what to say.

"I-I'm fine…"

Her foot inched close to the door. She had to be quick. The rug beneath her feet seemed to make much more louder noises that it normally would have, if she thought hard enough about it. The living room was connected right to the kitchen, if she even moved the least bit, he would notice out the corner of his eye.

"Jill?"

In a quick instant, Jill ran for it!

Her hands easily slid the lock out of place, turned the knob, and swung open the door. Her legs bolted forward to run to her car.

"JILL!" Bobby yelled and ran after her once she got into her car.

She put the keys into the ignition.

Turned it forward.

"Stop the car, Jill!" Bobby banged on the car window.

As his hands banged on her window, she could see a yellow tag on his wrist and the thin line scars around his neck.

"Open the door you fucking bitch!" he spat, trying to jump up on the hood.

Jill put the car in reverse and drove away backwards, nearly crashing into trees, and he fell off the hood, rolling deep into gravel.

She put the car in 'Drive' and sped down the road to get to the highway.

Another psycho? How could this be happening? She's home for one month and already she was about to be killed by another man, and by someone she knows!

For a second, the car swerved to the side, then it swerved again, and Jill all function of her arms and limbs.

Her head wasn't even looking out of the front window anymore, but down at her legs as her mind went blank.

Her vision was blurred.

Her mouth felt like she just swallowed a handful of cotton balls.

Her eyes slowly blinking to get a good look at where she was.

Strong arms pulled her out of her seat.

Laid her on the ground and tucked in her legs and arms.

Bobby started the car again, put her body in the backseat, and drove back to his house again.

Whatever was happening, Bobby was calm and happy.

"You know, Jill… When you first called me, I was absolutely happy. Every day I spent in that shit hole they called a hospital, I was thinking of you the entire time, in every way. Then you freely came to my house… It couldn't be any more perfect. I planned on taking you away myself…"

He laid Jill down on the couch while he got a rag.

"But someone beat me to you and held you hostage for 11 months. That broke my heart. It absolutely broke my heart… then you came back to me, like an angel from heaven. Oh, and if you're wondering why you suddenly fainted in the car…" Bobby picked up the glass," When I tell you that you should mix your own drink when you're at someone else's house… I meant it. But that's ok. I have you right where I want you. Now, we can start over. Be together again."

Bobby picked up some blankets and wrapped her up like a burrito and began to carry her against his chest to the car.

He placed her in the passenger seat.

"I was first arrested when I broke into your house. Your parents were so pissed off and kept telling me that I had problems and some other shit. Telling me that I couldn't handle our breakup. That you weren't there. When I needed someone to talk to. When I needed you most! I couldn't take it. I cracked. But everyone knew that I was innocent. That I was the victim!" he pointed at his chest.

"Ok. We're going on a little trip. Just you and me. A romantic get away."

He started the car after he buckled her in. Jill could not move. Whatever drug he put in the glass of water, it was working. Bobby leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, down to her neck and shoulder.

"Now it's just me and you… But before we go, Jill, I need to show you something…"

"W-Where… are we going…?" she whispered.

"You can talk? Good. You're going to love this. You remember Scarlet don't you?"

"Scarlet…"

Jill's eyes looked out the front car window to see that Bobby drove into a parking lot, stopping right under an orange lamp light.

The sun was gone, and it was beginning to be a pretty cold evening. Bobby got out to pull out tape and a video camera.

"W-What are y-you doing…?"

That's when Jill saw Scarlet tied to a chair against the brick wall of a building. Bobby tied duck tape around her mouth and legs and arms. Once it was done, Bobby got back in the car with her.

"What are you d-doing?"

"When you were gone, Scarlet said that she was glad that you were gone. She was angry that you were getting all the good guys and that's when she really pissed me off. She said you were a skank and she tried to kiss me, Jill. Me! She insulted you, Jill! Now, I'm going to do something about it."

"No, wait. She didn't mean it…!"

"Yes, she did!"

"She's my best friend! Please…! I'll do whatever you want," Jill screamed.

"It's not about what I want! It's about what's fair! She thought that she could slip by with any consequences."

He revved the engine.

"Please, don't!" Jill sobbed.

"Babe! You don't have to be so innocent anymore! You're starting a life with me. And when you're with me, there are no rules."

"I don't want that! Please, let me go."

Bobby turned on the camera," In about a year, we'll look back on this video. You'll thank me. But right now, the drugs are doing a number on you, and you're just being a little edgy right now."

"Bobby! Bobby listen to me! You don't have to do this!"

"I'm doing this for you, babe."

"No, Bobby! Don't!"

He put the car in reverse and halted, revving the engine like a mean dragon.

"Bobby! No! Stop!" Jill screamed.

"I love you, Jill. This is for you!"

His foot slammed on the pedal and the car dashed forward only to meet Scarlet's body as a very poor cushion from impacting the brick wall completely.

"NO! STOP!" Jill screamed as her body was thrust forward.

Scarlet's body was squished in half, her head swung forward to hit the bump of the car, and blood somehow, someway, squirted from her neck. Her hair covered her face, dripping blood. Bobby reversed again.

"NO! Stop it! We can go! We can go right now! No more!" Jill sobbed.

Bobby hit his head on the steering wheel.

"Jill! I'm doing this for us. Those people! People like that bitch out there, are trying to keep us apart! This is it. When the chips are down, I'll be there to support both of us!"

"Okay…! O-Okay…! Please, no more…"

"Damn it, Jill! She insulted you! You're my girl. People have hurt you and that's going to stop today!"

Once again, Bobby drove the car into the body of Scarlet, impaling her and knocking her over in her chair. For a split second, in the headlights, Jill saw Scarlet's face, her face looked she had been kissed by the razor sharp teeth of a shark, having flesh wounds in the shape of bloody stars all over her body.

Jill cried, but Bobby wouldn't stop.

He reversed and slammed into her again, feeling her body get stuck under the hood, then dragging her backwards, then to slam her on the cement wall again.

Blood was everywhere, like vampires had just vomited their dinner.