×Arm's-Length×

×Chapter Three, Part Two×

December 16, 1998
12:32 AM
Athlone, Ireland

Jack

I carefully and quietly got off the couch and crept towards my bedroom, hoping for an escape. As I tip-toed through the house, I could hear the stranger's footsteps heading into Ma's bedroom, which was across the hall from mine.

The floor suddenly creaked under my foot. His footsteps stopped. I held my breath and froze, praying the stranger didn't hear me.

I stood there in silence and waited for his footstep again. And they did. But in my direction.

I wanted to run, but I knew that if I did, he would definitely catch me. A tear fell down my cheek as his footsteps stopped behind me. My breathing became shortened and fast.

I felt his large hand rest on my shoulder. I sobbed, not knowing what was going to happen to me. He turned me to face him.

He then turned on what seemed like a flashlight and shined the light in my face. I flinched and put my hands in-front of my face. He spoke softly, "Don't worry little one, I'm going to take good care of you."

I slowly put down my hands and looked up at the man. The only thing I could make out on his masked face was his deep, sapphire blue eyes.  

"Tell me your name, little one." He said, a wicked smile on his face. I watched as his pupils turned into slits, just like a cat's eye would. He seemed to noticed me staring.

"Do you like them?" He spoke, his eyes glistening. I nodded. The man smirked and held out his hand, "I have many friends who're the the same. I think your going to love them."

I put my hand in his. 

"JACK!" 

I snapped back into reality as Mark started to shake me violently. Looking up at him, he stopped, and I could tell he was worried....about me? 

"H-hey...you alright?" He said softly as he pulled my into a soft and comforting embrace. I stood there, dazzled, trying to calm down.

Man he smells really good. I mean, really, REALLY good.