Double Or Nothing (Sequel To Double Standards Part 2)

Rude Awakening

No, stop, get off me, please don't.

Bang

What was that deafening noise? My ears are ringing. Blood, blood everywhere. On my walls, splattered on my sun faded flowery curtains. Owen's body is laying on me like a dead weight, suffocating me.

Oh my God. Owen is missing most his head. A huge gaping hole is there. Blood is pouring on me along with tissues. Is that his brain?

I feel his body being lifted from me. Demarco. Demarco is here and holding a gun. Why is Demarco here and holding a gun?

My stepfather enters and he's yelling but I can't comprehend a word. Why can't I hear? My stepfather runs out and Demarco is going after him welding his gun...and He's laughing.

Why is Demarco laughing? Oh my God, Demarco is murdering my family. My mom, where's my mom? Has he killed her?

I open my mouth but nothing will come out. Scream Samantha. Get up and run Samantha, but I can't. I'm paralyzed. I can't move. Words won't form.

Demarco comes back. He's looking at me. I'm next. But wait, he sits beside me comforting me. Finally I break the spell. My arms swing out at him, clawing, smacking, punching. I'm jerked up and locked in a hall closet. Forever goes by before he comes back. I fight him again but I'm able to cry now. He has a needle. He sticks me. So sleepy, I'm so sleepy. I see Demarco's lips moving again but I don't know what he's saying. Darkness comes...

Wake up Samantha. Open your eye's. It's just a horrible dream, a nightmare. Demarco is back home enjoying the holidays with his family and your in your old room sleeping lost in a dream.

Force your eye's open girl, once you wake up all these vivid pictures will disappear. I fought hard but it was like my eye's had been sealed shut and my head was pounding. A terrible ache ricocheted along my ribs and my face felt stiff. Finally I managed to peel my eye's open a tad. What the moon? Whose stuff is this? This isn't my tiny, gloomy bedroom.

Forcing my eye's wide open, I gasped and set up groaning through my pain. Shaking my head from side to side I let a wail out. "No, no. It wasn't real. It was a dream. I'm still dreaming".

Taking my thumb and forefinger I pinched the snot out of my arm. "Owww" I howled. Okay this is definitely not a dream anymore. Where am I and better yet, where is Demarco or whoever is responsible for putting me here?"

Is my mom okay or did he murder them all. Fucking bastard, I trusted him. I won't be so easy to take out like the rest was, I'll fight him to my last breath. Why would he do this? Why would he kill them? Yes I know Craig and Owen were the lowest of the low and I wished bad things on them constantly, but I didn't really want them dead...or did I?

Whatever gave Demarco reason to sneak in my house and wipe my family out? I don't understand anything right now and please don't let my mom be dead, please.

I rise from the comfort of this luxury bed against the pain that racked through my body. My ribs felt like they had been dismantled. Did Demarco do this to me and why? Why can't I remember clearly? What did he shoot in my arm?

I hobbled over to the door and found it locked. There was no windows or other exits that I could see. I spotted the bathroom and wobbled to it. Quickly I relived myself and caught my reflection in the mirror. Oh wow, I looked like a extra from the walking dead. There was clothes laid out on a dressing table. I flipped the hot water on and filled the oversize tub up to the brim. Maybe a relaxing bath would calm my nerves and help me recall the missing pieces.

As luck would have it I only broke down and cried as the warm water soothed my sore bones. After getting out I spotted a tray of food still steaming hot perched on the table. Yes I was hungry but didn't think I could stomach much so I settled for the brothy soup and toast.

As I find her my meal I felt weak again.  I started back to bed but my eye spotted the fork that was brought with my meal. Scooping it up I slid it beneath my pillow then laid down. When Demarco came  back to finish me off I was going to fork him to death. Yes, I would be prepared and ready this time.