Sleep With One Eye Open

Chapter Twenty-Five- We Stitch These Wounds

Jane’s POV.

“Kathryn?” I whispered softly as she approached me gracefully. Oliver took enough steps to stand close beside me.

            My sister only laughed. Her voice as soft and light as a feather. “Of course it’s me. Who else would look as nearly identical to you?”

            I grew more and more tense with every word she spoke. I took a step back as she moved once step forward. “Why are you doing this? And why aren’t you in Maryland like Mother told me you were?”

            She giggled, sounding like a little innocent child. But she was anything but that. “You expect me to tell you that, Jane?” Kathryn giggled once more, ending it with an exasperated sigh. “I’ve got a secret. It’s on the tip of my tongue, it’s in the back of my lungs. . .”

            This time it was Oliver that spoke up. “Chelsea Smile. How do you know it?”

            Kathryn seemed highly amused at our confusion and fear hidden inside of us, slowly leaking out, for she laughed once more. Her laugh was starting to piss me off. “I don’t live under a rock, Oliver. Besides, not only do I like your music, I like to see how everyone is doing without me. And listening to your music gives me an idea of what is going on back home.” Her voice dropped low. “I can’t believe Mother and Father could just give me up like that.”

            “You should know that they had financial problems and couldn’t support all three of us!” I nearly shouted. Realizing my sudden outbreak, I hid back inside my invisible shell. I could feel Oliver’s arm wrap around my waist, giving me a small sense of reassurance that I really needed.

            “Oh, Jane . . . I do know that. But the fact that they hardly ever talked to me after they gave me up, really fucked me over. I liked my adopted family. But I wanted to be around my real family more.” I could sense her voice rising louder and louder with every word spilling out of her mouth.

            I was speechless and afraid of saying anymore. If she could massacre over a dozen people in one night, who knows what she could do to us if we caused her anger to spiral out of control.

            “Can’t say anything else, eh Jane?” Kathryn let out a high-pitched laugh. The kind of laugh that someone has when they’re crazy mental. “Well hear this. Fuck you!”

            Next thing I knew, I was swept off of my feet, Oliver’s arm leaving my side. I felt like I was flying in the air as a pair of tiny hands grasped my waist and pushed me with all of their force, throwing me head first into the linoleum floor. I gasped loudly out loud. My brain rambled around inside my skull, a lightheadedness overwhelming me as I layed uncomfortably on the cold floor, stomach and chin first. All of the bones in my body tingled with pain. Two voices rang through my ears as my head barely lifted off of the ground. It was still dark, but I could still barely see two figures throwing punches.

            Giving up on trying to keep my head up, I carefully placed my head back on the floor, relieving my neck. Suddenly, the dizziness took over me, so I gave in to temptation. I was engulfed in darkness, no longer awake.

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            The next thing I knew, we were trapped. Kathryn had locked all of the doors after she locked us up in some random room in the mall. Many thoughts scramble around in my head, both good and bad ones.

            Oliver’s hand and mine were tied up with coarse rope around our wrists behind our backs. With every inch I managed to move my hands, the more my wrists became raw. The pain grew every little moment. We stared at nothing but darkness. No source of any light. There were no windows, no holes in the walls. Absolutely nothing. I’m not sure where Kathryn is. The last time I saw her was maybe an hour ago. Having no source of light or what time it is, it was hard to tell how many hours have passed.

            I’m still shocked that my own sister is doing this. How is she connected with Richard? And I thought she was in the state of Maryland in America. And why would she kidnap me? Her own sister that she never even met before in her life? How did she know I was here? So many questions that I needed answers for, but couldn’t get them. I tried to ask her before the incident, but the stubborn bitch would give me any.

            I’m also surprised at the fact how much my sister looks like me. When she appeared to us, I thought I was looking in a mirror. We have the same color hair, except hers is much shorter, and we both have those strikingly blue eyes that we got from our father. One difference is the face that her facial structure is much more similar to Lee’s, which is like our mother’s.

            All of a sudden, a flood of tears sifted through my eyes, as they fell down my cheeks rapidly. I missed my mom, my dad, and Andy especially. I at least had Oliver with me... “I want out of here,” I whimpered.

            “I know, love. I do, too …” He whispered, his voice trembling. I could tell he was in a lot of pain after what supposedly happened by the way his voice shook with every word he whispered. I knew Oliver was strong mentally and physically, but I have never seen him this hurt before.

            When I first woke up from being unconscious, I found myself and Oliver tied up together in a dark room.

In wonder, I asked Oli what happened, and he described what all happened after I drifted into unconsciousness. Apparently they started to fight after Kathryn threw me on the floor. It surprised me when Oliver told me it was my sister who threw me, because I underestimated her strength. But Oliver was the first to land a fist hard into Kathryn’s eye. After that, she kicked him in the gut a few times after calling him a bunch of names. Oliver told me he was able to kick her once in her crotch, but that hardly affected her, for she managed to knock him in the head. That was when Oli told me he became unconscious and wound up waking up here like me.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud slam outside of the room. It sounded metallic. Maybe a metal door was being slammed. I had no way to know.

Then I heard Kathryn’s voice, but I couldn’t comprehend her words. But the next words I understood clearly.

“Jane! I’m here for you!”

Andy. He was here.