Summer's Death Pt:1

Ch 1: Last Day of School



         It was the last day of Aimee Erna's senior year.  She was finally free, along with her sister, Cheyanne of course. The double doors busted open at the sound of the last bell and students of all shapes and sizes flooded the steps to go to their cars or busses.  Aimee however walked side-by-side with Cheyanne to her blue Mustang Convertible.  They saw Kris Lyles on the way there.  He was getting picked on by the school Slut Sisters, Linzi and Lara Tish.  He looked at Aimee with pleading eyes, but she didn't stop because Aimee didn't know just how much Kris needed her.

         "I'm so glad it's finally Summer."  Cheyanne said hopping into the passenger side before Aimee even got there.

         "I know.  This year went by so slow.  I was ready to just get out of there."  Aimee was so focused on talking, she ran into someone.  It was Todd Withers, one of her ex-boyfriends.  His friend, Billy Hudgens, was trailing behind him and ran into him when he stopped.  They were both really cute boys this year, but obsessive over certain things.  Not pointing any fingers at Aimee or anything.

         "Oh...Todd."  Todd and Aimee dated last Summer.  It was enjoyable enough, but she felt as if they should just stay friends.  He hasn't forgiven her since and he was very unpredictable, which really scared her sometimes.

         "Aimee."  He spat bitterly with a gleam of hate and lust in his eyes.  He looked straight into her eyes and walked off with Billy following him.

         "Well, if it isn't the Erna Sisters." Aimee heard a familiar voice say.

         "Hello to you too, Adam."  She forced a smile.  Adam Vickers was as cute as a boy could get with his coal black hair hanging in front of his right eye, his silver snake bites, and his crystal clear blue eyes.  There was only one thing wrong with him.  He thought he could get any girl he wanted and the one girl he had been wanting since seventh grade was Aimee.  She never wanted to go out with him though, because she thought he was full of himself.  Cheyanne was lucky to have a nice boyfriend like Justin Ritter.  They've been going out practically their entire high school life.  He was also one of Aimee's best friends.  Two of her best friends dating each other...she didn't think it was a good idea at first, but later she saw that they were perfect for each other.

         "Adam, wait up."  Aimee heard Justin's voice call.  He ran up to them.  "Hey, girls."  That was always his way of greeting them.

         "Hey."  Aimee and Cheyanne said at the same time.  He came up to Cheyanne and gave her a kiss.  Cute.

         "So, where are you girls headed?"  Adam asked.

         "Like it's any of your business?"  Cheyanne asked.

         "Yes, it is, seeing that you're best friends with my future girlfriend and dating my other best friend.  It is my business."  Aimee rolled her eyes.

         "We were just going to head to the beach."

         "Yeah, you want to go with us?"  Aimee asked sarcastically.  Cheyanne glared at her, but she ignored it.

         "Sure!"  The boys said at the same time.



         "So...do you ever think about us?"  Adam asked Aimee.  They were walking on the pier way ahead of Cheyanne and Justin, who were actually whispering about how cute they were together.

         "All the time."  She confessed.

         "Come with me."  He said grabbing her hand and running down the steps to the water.  Aimee kicked off her flip-flops and he kicked off his Converse and socks.  They walked side-by-side letting the water hit their feet.  His hand still hadn't let go of hers.  "It's nice out, huh?"

         "Yeah...romantic."

         "Is it romantic enough for a kiss from you?"  He asked stopping to look at her and putting his hand to the back of her neck pulling her to him.

         "Yes..."  He put his lips to hers.  The warm silkiness of his lips and the cold metal of his lip rings clashed together perfectly.  She wrapped her arms around his neck.

         "Hey!  Lovebirds!!"  They broke apart and looked up at the pier where Cheyanne and Justin were looking down at them.

         "What?"  Aimee yelled back.

         "Time to go home, Loser.  Mom and Dad have a surprise for you.  Besides, we got your birthday party tonight, remember?"  Cheyanne called.

         "Okay.  I'm sorry, Adam.  I wish I could spend more time with you."

         "Couldn't I just come to your party?"

         "Yeah, you can...I didn't think you would though."

         "I'll definitely come.  What time is it?"

         "It's at six-thirty."

         "Alright, I'll be there.  I already have your present anyways." He smiled and they walked back to the cars.



Chapter 2: The Party



         "So...What are you going to wear?"  Cheyanne asked.

         "I have no idea.  Why don't you pick out something for me while I get a shower?"

         "Okay."  Aimee took another disgusted look at her messy closet and then walked off to the bathroom.  *How can I have that many clothes, and still have nothing to wear??* She thought.

         After her shower, she went back to her room.  Cheyanne wasn't there anymore, instead a black knee length dress was laid neatly on her bed.  Complete with black heels, a black pearl necklace, and a bracelet that matched.

         "You like?"  Cheyanne asked walking in as she admired her dress.

         "I love.  I didn't even know I still had this dress anymore.  What if it doesn't fit me??"  She panicked.

         "Aimee...please.  Don't kid yourself, Hon.  Look in the mirror.  You've lost weight since the last time you wore that dress."

         "But..."

         "No buts.  Just put it on."  She grabbed the dress and shoved it in her hand pushing her into the closet.



         "And, here she is...The Girl Of The Hour, Miss Aimee Marie Erna."  Aimee's dad boomed as she came down the stairs all dressed.  Her makeup and hair was done.

         "Dad...Seriously...you don't have to make my entrance THAT dramatic."  She laughed.

         "Yes, I do.  Honey, it's your nineteenth birthday and you’re moving out in a couple weeks.  You deserve it."

         "Alright, whatever you say."  Her mom congratulated her.  Of course, no one was really at the party yet.  Her dad was just practicing her grand entrance.  Not that she really needed one or wanted one, but he and Mom insisted.  Cheyanne thought it would be funny.  Aimee gave her the bird and told her to sit on it and rotate.  She laughed.



         "Aimee, Aimee!"  She recognized the voice at once as Adam's.  She turned around, cancelling her trip to the punchbowl and saw him trying to get through the mass of teenagers.

         "Hey!  I'm so glad you came."  He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

         "Wow...You look...I forgot how to breathe."

         "Thanks.  You look really good too."  He was wearing tight, black jeans, a red button up shirt, and black converse.

         "Oh, your present's in the car.  I'm gonna go get it. Be right back."  He ran off out the door.

         "What was that all about?"  Cheyanne asked walking up with Justin at her side.

         "He went to get my present."  Right when she said that, Adam ran back in empty-handed.

         "Guys, the Slut Sisters are out there picking on Kris again, but they got Josh and Brendon Smith out there this time.  They're beating the shit out of him."  Just so you know, Josh Smith and his brother, Brendon, are dating the Slut Sisters and they are also the football stars of the school.  They ran outside and sure enough, the four of them were outside beating Kris up.  Josh was holding him, while Brendon threw the punches.  Linzi and Lara were laughing.  Aimee couldn't take this anymore.  She marched straight up to them and rammed her fist into smug pug Josh's face.  He fell on the ground with a bloody nose.  Brendon was shocked at how such a tiny girl like Aimee could take out a huge guy like Josh.  Then he started laughing.

         "My brother's not really that strong, but I bet you couldn't take me."

         "Probably not, but my dad's a cop and once he finds out what went down here, he'll take you to jail."

         "Yeah...maybe an overnight ass raping will get something into that thick empty skull of yours."  Kris said getting up off the ground.

         "Yeah, but he's not going to find out because you're not going to tell him."  Linzi said with a snot look on her face.

         "I don't have to tell him."

         "I already know."  Brendon turned and stared at Aimee's tall muscular dad with fear.

         "Come on, Kris.  Let's go inside and get you cleaned up.  I'm sure my mom has a first aid kit somewhere."



         "Man...This party sucked."  Aimee moped.  They were on the couch after all the guests had left.  They being Aimee, Cheyanne, Justin, Adam, and Kris.  "This was supposed to be the best party of my life and it ended up being ruined because of the stupid Slut Sisters and their stupid jock boyfriends."

         "Aimee...it wasn't THAT bad."  Kris said grinning.  "I had fun."  They all laughed.  Hey, you would too if you were staring at one of your scrawniest little friends who just got beat up and is still happy about it.  Besides, he had tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding, which made him talk funny.

         "Even if you got beat up in my front yard?"

         "Of course...it's not every day you get beat up in a beautiful girl's front yard and she comes to your rescue."  Aimee laughed, but stopped when she saw Adam give Kris a cold, jealous glare.



Chapter 3: Someone Wants To Talk To You



         "Adam, just chill, okay?  I'm only walking him home.  It's not like we're gonna make out on his porch steps, okay?"

         "Alright...Be careful.  I still don't like you going out there alone.  Are you sure you don't want Cheyanne to go with you?"

         "Yes; I’ll be fine.  Don't worry."  She gave him a kiss and walked out the door where Kris was waiting.  "Sorry, Adam had to tell me something.  You ready?"

         "Yeah, let's go."



         "So...what did you have to tell me, Kris?"  She asked walking down the sidewalk side-by-side with him.

         "Well...I was just wondering if there was anything between you and Adam."

         "What do you mean?"

         "Like...dating wise."

         "Oh!  Well, I'm not really sure.  It's not official, but I definitely feel something there."

         "Oh."  He looked down disappointed.

         "Why?"

         "Because, I...I wanted to ask you out to dinner Saturday night."  *WHAT??*

         "Uhh...I don't know, Kris.  I mean, I don't even know you that well."

         "But that's why people go on dates.  So they can get to know each other."

         "I know what you're getting at Kris, but I'm just not sure."

         "Will you at least think about it?"  We stopped at his front door.

         "I will think about it, yes and I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"  He nodded and slumped into his house and shut the door.



         On her way back, she heard footsteps following her.

         "Who's there?  She called out to the darkness.  Nothing.  She kept on walking and heard the footsteps again, so she looked behind her. There was nothing there, but when she continued walking, she heard them again.  She started running.

         "Aimee!"  Someone called out.  She turned around and saw no one.

         "Who are you?"

         "Don't turn around."  Aimee froze right on the spot.  She knew who it was.

         "Todd?"

         "Maybe."  She heard more footsteps and then she could feel his breath on her neck as cold chills sprouted up on her arms.  She turned around anyways.

         "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"  She shoved him out of the way so she could keep walking, but he grabbed her wrist.

         "Don't walk off when I'm trying to talk to you."

         "What do you want??"  He then pulled her really close and whispered something in her ear.

         "You know what I want...and...you're the only one who can give it to me."  She pushed him away.

         "Forget it."

         "Why should I?"

         "Because it's a waste of your time.  I have another guy now."

         "Who?  That Adam kid?  He's nothing but trash.  I can take him."

         "But you're not because you're gonna stay out of my life.  For good this time."  She walked off down the road.

         "You can't run from me forever, Aimee!"  He called after her, but instead of saying anything back, she ignored him.



         "What did Kris have to say?"  Adam asked as soon as Aimee busted through the door.

         "Nothing."  She answered walking into the kitchen. She grabbed her dad's Vodka Gin and took a huge swig of it.

         "Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down girl.  You're gonna kill yourself."  Adam said snatching the almost empty bottle from her.  He put the cap back on and set it on the counter.  "What happened? What did Kris say?"

         "It wasn't Kris.  It was Todd.  He was following me on the way back.  He just...made me mad.  That's all."

         "Look, Babe.  Don't worry about him.  He's not gonna do anything to you."  He said holding Aimee to his chest.  She looked up at him.

         "I'm not worried about me.  I'm worried about you.  I don't wanna see him hurt you."  A tear slid down her cheek.

         "Listen to me, Aimee.  He's not gonna lay a finger on me."  He wiped the tear away.  "Come on.  You need some rest.  We're picking out your house tomorrow, remember?"

         "Ew...Yeah...I remember."

         "You don't sound too enthused."  He said laughing.

         "I am...I just feel a little..."

         "Drunk?"  He finished for her.  She laughed and said,

         "Maybe...Do you wanna spend the night?"  His eyes got a little wide and he stepped back.

         "Are you serious?  I mean, your parents won't mind?"

         "Adam...I'm nineteen years old and I'm about to move out.  My parents aren't even here, and, no, they won't care.  Mom told me just recently that she doesn't care who I date as long as he's a good guy."  He stepped closer.

         "And...you've dubbed me a good guy?"

         "Uh huh."  She smiled up at him.

         "Since when?"  He got so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face.

         "Since now."  He pressed his lips to hers and wrapped his arms around her waist.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his coal black hair.  He licked her bottom lip wanting entrance.  She granted it and he slipped his tongue in, exploring her mouth.  She gently pulled on one of his lip rings with her teeth and she felt cold chills on his neck.  He picked her up bridal style and carried her up the stairs to her room, which was empty except for her bed, dresser, and five cardboard boxes.  He laid her down on the bed nibbling on her neck in the process.

         "Let's get this uncomfortable dress off of you, okay?"  He picked her up again and ran his hands down the front of her dress and reached to the back.  It slid off as soon as he unzipped it.  She stopped for a second and self-consciously looked at her body.

         "Aimee,” He lifted her chin.  "What's wrong?"

         "I don't know...if I can do this."  That confused him.

         "Why not?"

         "I'm still a virgin.  I don't think I'm ready yet."

         "Ohh..."  He looked disappointed.

         "I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean to lead you on or anything.  I was just so caught up in the moment and..."  He placed a finger on her lips.

         "Sshh.  Aimee, its okay.  I understand.  I can wait until you're ready."

         "Really?"

         "Yeah"

         "Thanks."

         "Don't worry about it."  He gave her a sweet kiss and they climbed into the bed.  She fell asleep with her face in his chest and his arms around her waist.



Ch 4: House Hunt



         "So...what kind of house are you looking for?" Adam asked making a pulling out of Aimee's driveway.  Cheyanne and Justin were in the back seat.

         "I don't know...nothing big, though; just like a small little place.  Sound good, Shy?"

         "Sounds good to me."  Cheyanne was moving in with her.

         "Where?"  Justin asked.  Aimee laughed.

         "I have no idea..."

         "Oh...that's great."  Adam said.

         "That was sarcasm, wasn't it?"  Justin commented.  *No shit Sherlock.*

         "Yes, Hon, that was sarcasm."  Cheyanne cleared it up for him.

         "Hey look!  There's some houses for sale.  You wanna look at them?"  Adam asked turning down the road.

         "Sure."  They stopped at a few houses, but none of them had at least two bedrooms, and they all wanted too much for a one-bedroom house.



         "Ugh!  This is hopeless!"  Aimee sighed leaning her head against the head rest.

         "Aw, cheer up, Aimes.  We'll find one."  Adam said trying to cheer her up.  It didn't work, but she pretended it did by giving him a weak smile.

         "Oh my...Aimee, look at that one!"  Cheyanne said jumping out of the car while it was still moving.

         "Shy!  You can't just jump out of a moving vehicle, you dumbass!"  Aimee yelled out the window.  Then she saw the house, and it made her want to jump out of the car too.  It wasn't hugely big, but it wasn't exactly teeny tiny either.  It was a two-story, so chances are; it had more than one room.

         "Aww...It's not for sale.  Look."  She said disappointed pointing at a red car.  They slowly turned and started to walk away.

         "Can I help you kids?"  A man said from the front door of the house.  They turned and Aimee started talking first.

         "Oh, no sir.  I'm just looking for a house and yours caught my eyes, but it's not for sale, is it?"

         "Oh!  Yeah, about that.  We haven't put our sign up yet.  We just finished packing a few minutes ago."

         "That is such a relief.  May we look inside?"  She asked.

         "Of course.  Come on in."  He led them inside.  "You'll have to excuse the boxes.  The movers haven't come yet."  While he showed them the house, the man, James, told them all about his wife, Marie, and his son, James Jr., and all this other stuff that really had nothing to do with them, but they were polite and listened.  The house was very pretty.  It was like one of those Old English style homes.  It had the basics: A basement, living room, den, bathroom, and kitchen on the bottom floor.  On the top floor was three bedrooms, each had its own bathroom.  It was perfect.

         "We'd like to buy it."



Chapter 5: Dangerous Visitor



         "Wow, Aimee.  You weren't kidding when you said it was gorgeous."  Her mom said when they drove up to the house the next day.  The next couple of weeks would be spent moving in and unpacking, but right now, Aimee wanted to have her family over to see the new house.  It wasn't home and never will be, for Aimee's home would always be with her Mom and Dad.  Kris came over to see it too, but it was kind of awkward with him there.

         "So...how do you like it so far?"  He asked stuffing his hands into his pockets.

         "I really like it.  I think it's great."

         "Cheyanne's moving in with you?"

         "Yeah...oh, speaking of Cheyanne.  I need to call her."  Aimee ran into her new house and got her cell phone off the charger.  After she dialed Cheyanne's number, she answered after the forth ring.

         "Hello?"

         "Hey.  Why'd it take you so long to answer?"

         "Oh, sorry.  I was packing some last minute things.  What do you need?"

         "I don't know.  You told me to call you."

         "Oh yeah! Ha-ha...I forgot now."

         "Great.  Well, call me when you remember."  Aimee started to hang up, but Cheyanne yelled,

         "Wait!!  I remember now.  Um...what do you think about the boys moving in right next to us?"

         "I don't care.  It's their decision."

         "Really???  Great.  Okay, I have to go now. Bye!"  She hung up.

         *Wow...Cheyanne has been acting very weird lately.* Aimee thought to herself.  She turned to walk out of the kitchen, but Todd was blocking the way.

         "Didn't scare you, did I?"  He asked menacingly.

         "You don't scare me, Todd."  Aimee's voice faltered a bit as she tried to get past him.

         "Oh really?  Then how come there's fear in your eyes?"

         "Get out of my house or I'll call the cops."

         "You're not gonna call the cops."  He stepped closer.  She reached for her phone, but it wasn't there.  She looked back at Todd, who had grabbed her phone when she wasn't paying attention.

         "Looking for this?"  He waved it in her face.  She made a grab for it, but he stuffed it into his pocket where Aimee wouldn't dare venture.

         "Give me my phone, Todd."

         "Why?  I thought you said you weren't scared of me."

         "I'm...not."  Aimee's voice wavered again.

         "Don't lie to me, Aimee.  You know I don't like liars."  With every menacing step towards her he took, was another frightened step backwards for her.  He backed her into the counter by the stove.

         "What do you want??"  She yelled starting to cry.

         "Aimee, please...don't pull that phony waterworks shit on me.  It's not gonna work this time."  She rolled her eyes and wiped the tears off.

         "What do you want?"  He laughed and said,

         "What do I want?"  He grabbed her wrist and yelled.  "What do I WANT??"  Aimee was officially scared now.  He pulled her arm so she was closer to him.  He was so close to her face, she could see the gray swirls in the browns of his eyes.  Then she saw it in his right hand. A switchblade.  So many things ran through her mind at that moment, but the one question that kept repeating itself was "How the hell am I gonna get out of this?"  The answer to that question could be seen from the corner of her eye.  Cooking spray left behind from James and his family.  "Aimee, all I wanted was to be with you."  *Oh great...he's going to talk me to death.* She thought as she slowly reached for the spray.  "You know, you had the chance to be with me and live, but you fucking ruined it. So now, if I can't have you...nobody can."  He raised the knife. This was her chance.  It was now or never.  She grabbed the spray and aimed it at his face as she pushed the nozzle down and the oil came out into his eyes.  He dropped the knife and brought his palms to his eyes in pain.  Aimee pushed the stumbling Todd out of her way and ran out the kitchen.  She could still hear his screams.  "You're gonna regret this, Aimee!"  He yelled.  "I'm gonna kill you AND your sister!"  *I hope I fucking blinded the bastard.* She thought running out the door with tears clouding her vision.  Suddenly, she collided with some guy.  She didn't know or care who it was, but she buried her face in whoever's chest it was.

         When she had calmed down, she looked up and the green eyes staring back at her happened to belong to Kris.  She backed away from him in shock.

         "Aimee, wait..."  He said extending his arm.

         "Kris...I...I'm so sorry."  She turned and ran back to the house and collapsed on the couch with a pillow to her face.



Chapter 6: Dead



         Aimee had dozed off and was awakened by voices.  It sounded like Adam.

         "No, don't wake her up.  Kris says she's had a bad day.  Leave her alone."

         "Alright, alright.  Come on, Cheyanne.  Let's go to your room."  She felt Adam sit beside her and move strands of hair out of her face.  She opened her eyes and looked at him.

         "Hey, Beautiful.  Sleep well?"  She nodded, but then regretted the nod as she thought about what happened earlier and suddenly realized she had left Todd in the kitchen.  She jumped up and ran to the kitchen to find it empty of any people.  She heaved a sigh of relief as Adam joined her.

         "Baby, what's wrong?"  She told him everything.



         Aimee couldn't sleep at all that night.  Adam tried to stay awake to protect her from anything...or anyone that might come in the night, but much to his dismay, he fell asleep.  Cheyanne was up and Justin was at the store.  She decided to go talk to her.  She made her way downstairs and what she saw made her scream.

         There she was cold and lifeless on the floor, a huge gash in her back and blood leaking from the side of her mouth.  The murder weapon lay beside her as if mocking Aimee...a switchblade.

         "Todd..."  Was the only thing she could choke out before collapsing from shock.



         "Do you have any idea who could've done this?" A tall gray-haired officer asked Aimee.  She was in tears and Adam was holding her hand.  Justin was going insane as they zipped up Cheyanne's body bag and started walking away with her.

         "NO!  NO!  You can't take her away from me!"  He ran after them.  "Please!!"  It took two officers to hold him back and when they let go of him, he dropped to the ground in tears.

         "Only one person that I know of.  You remember Todd Withers?  He threatened me with that same knife just earlier this morning."  He asked her about that so she had to explain it all over again.  She told them where Todd lived and they walked off.

         "This is your fault, Aimee!"  Justin said looking at her with a tear stained face.

         "Justin, don't put this all on her.  It wasn't her fault."

         "Yes it was!!  If you would've just fucked him like he wanted, Cheyanne would still be alive!  How could you be so fucking selfish??"

         "Justin!  That's enough.  I think you should go home and get some rest."

         "No.  Justin's staying here with us."

         "Baby, what are you talking about?  He just said this whole mess was your fault."

         "And he's right!  It is my fault.  Besides, that's just what Todd would want.  For us to be alone.  It's easier to kill people who aren't in a big group."

         "Alright."

         "What is that?"  Justin asked pointing to the refrigerator.  Aimee turned.  The sticky note said, "the clock ticks".  She figured it was talking about Kris, so she dialed his number.  It rang eight times and no answer.

         "What?"  Adam asked.

         "He didn't pick up."



Chapter 7:  Kidnapped



         "Maybe his phone's dead."  Adam suggested.

         "Maybe he's dead."  Did Justin always have to put his input in?

         "No he's not!  He can't be.  We have to find him."  Aimee grabbed her phone and ran out the door with Justin and Adam following her.

         "Aimee, where are we going?"

         "I am going to find Kris...and get rid of Todd once and for all."



         Their destination was right in front of them.  Todd's house.  There were no police around at this time of night.  They could so get away with murdering him.

         "Aimee, are you sure you want to do this?  How do you know he's even in there?"

         "Yes, I want to do this.  I mean, hopefully, he's not in there and we can just take Kris and leave, but..."

         "Aimee,"  He grabbed her face so he could look her in the eyes. "Listen to me.  Todd is dangerous.  You don't know what he's capable of."

         "No!  I know what he's capable of.  And I also know what I'm capable of.  Todd is going to die tonight."



         The front door to Todd's house was right there.  Aimee was trying to determine how she should do it.  Should she just burst in making noise and kill him?  Or, should she quietly sneak in and kill him when he's not looking?  She went with Plan B.  The door was unlocked already.  Aimee knew that from past experience being his girlfriend and sneaking over there in the middle of the night.  This door was always unlocked.  She crept in as quiet as she could and shut the door. She wanted to look for Kris first and figured the basement would be the best place to look.  *I would be a lot less afraid if this house wasn't so damn dark.*  She thought making her way down the stairs.  When she got to the door, there was a light shining through the crack and a conversation was being held on the inside.

         "Did you do it?"  Todd's voice.

         "Yes, now will you let me go?"  She couldn't recognize that voice.

         "Not yet.  I still have one more thing for you to do."

         "What more could there be?  I killed Cheyanne for you.  That was the deal.  You said you wouldn't hurt Aimee if I killed Cheyanne."

         "I said I wouldn't hurt Aimee if you did whatever I told you to do.  Now, do this one little thing and you can go."

         "Fine.  What is it?"

         "Get Aimee and bring her here."

         "But, you said..."

         "Bring her here.  Then I want you to tie her up to the same chair you're sitting in now.  After that, I want you to leave.  Tell no one that she's down here.  If you do, it'll only be worse for her.  Oh, and if you DO tell, I will know.  Got it?" Before the other guy could answer, the door creaked open a little.  Aimee was leaning on it trying to hear what was being said.  "Hold that thought.  Don't move."  Todd's footsteps were drawing closer to the door.  She had to think of a plan and quick.  She stayed by the door, but on the side opposite of the doorknob.  When Todd opened the door, he was turned the other way and walked out.  She could slip behind him and lock him out.  Or she could just kill him now, but that would give away her hiding spot.  She went with A.

         "Kris??"  Kris's attention turned toward Aimee.

         "How long have you been here?"  He asked.  He had a bruised eye and a busted lip.  Aimee couldn't believe it, so she started to cry.

         "I heard the whole conversation.  You killed Cheyanne, my sister?  Why?  Why did you do that??"  She yelled pushing him.

         "Aimee, I'm sorry.  I had to.  He said he would hurt you if I didn't."

         "I'd rather be hurt than my sister be dead.  You know that.  And what?  Now he wants you to kidnap me?"  He shrugged his shoulders.

         "I guess so....I'm...I'm sorry, Aimee."  He stepped closer with the rope in his hands.  She backed up and made a run for the door, but he caught her.  "Aimee, it's for your own good.  Trust me."  He fought her to the ground and tied the rope around her, bounding her wrists and ankles.

         "Make sure the rope is tight.  We wouldn't want her to get away."  Aimee looked and Todd was standing there at the open doorway as Kris tied her to the chair.  "Did you forget I own this house?  I have a key to anything that locks."  He laughed and then said, "You should've been a blonde, not your sister."  At that moment, her phone started to ring.  "Answer it." Todd directed at Kris.  Kris took her phone from her pocket and brought it to Todd's ear.

         "Aimee?"  She could hear Adam's voice.

         "Aww, it's your boyfriend.  Calling to check up on you.  Sorry, Adam.  Aimee's a little tied up at the moment."  Todd and his stupid puns.

         "Where is she you son-of-a bitch??"

         "Chill, Adam.  She's right here.  You wanna talk to her?"  He put the phone to Aimee's ear.

         "Adam?"

         "Baby, don't worry, okay?  I'll figure out a way to get you out of this.  I love you."

         "I..."  Tape was put on her mouth.

         "Aimee?  Aimee!!"

         "My bad, Adam.  She doesn't need to go around telling lies about who she loves.  Got to go."

         "Hey!  Don't hang up on me, you mother fucker.  Don't hang up..."  Todd closed the phone.



Chapter 8: The Getaway



         "Kris, go stand outside.  DON'T go anywhere." Todd ordered him.  Kris looked at Aimee with regret in his eyes and mouthed "I'm sorry."  She looked away from him and then he left the room.

         "So...You thought spraying me with fucking cooking oil was going to keep me away?  Well, all that little stunt did was buy you time, which is something you are drastically running out of, my dear."  The more he talked, the madder at him she got.  It was like the temperature of her blood went up with every word that came out of his mouth.  "I just don't understand why we can't be together.  WE were perfect, but you just had to go and ruin it for us."  What was he trying to do?  Make her feel guilty for breaking up with him?  "Or you could've just let me have my way with you and then break up with me.  I wouldn't have cared then."  He stepped closer to her with his hands on his belt buckle.  He started to undo it.  Every step closer sped up her heart beat.  *Where was Adam?*

         "But, it's all going to be over, as soon as you let me have what I want."  He was now standing right above her with his pants undone.  Aimee was so scared, she was hyperventilating.  Then, he undid all the ropes and grabbed both her wrists, slinging her to the floor like a dirty towel.  He stood over her, so she tried to trip him.  "Whoa, you don't wanna do that, trust me."  In a matter of seconds he was on top of her trying to take her clothes off.  Aimee couldn't protest because of the tape, but she tried to scream as best as she could.  That failed miserably, for her screams were muffled.  Todd had yanked her up and shoved her against the wall after her clothes were forcibly taken off.

         "Don't even try to fight me, Aimee.  You know you can't win."  She struggled to get free from his grasp, but he was right.  She was no match for him.  He had brought out another knife and was holding it against her neck.  "The more you struggle, the madder I get, and the madder I get, the slower your death will be."  He wrenched the tape off of her mouth.  This was her chance to scream for help, so she did.  "No one can hear you, Baby."

         "Just you wait until Adam gets down here.  He's gonna kick your ass."  That didn't faze him one bit.  He just chuckled evilly as she felt him get ready to force himself into her. She wasn't looking forward to that, but she had no choice because he'd already done it.  It hurt like hell.  All she could do was cry and scream.  "Babe, you know those screams are doing nothing but turning me on."

         "They're doing a hell of a lot more than that, Todd."  She suddenly had this huge burst of adrenaline and elbowed him in the stomach.  He stumbled backwards and doubled over holding his stomach.  Aimee grabbed for her clothes, and hurried to put them on before Todd recovered.  She only managed to get her underclothes and a t-shirt on.

         "Not so fast."  He had her pinned again, this time with the knife to her neck.

         "Let her go Todd."  Someone said from the doorway.  Aimee thought it was Kris at first, but then she looked and it was

         "Adam!  Adam, help me!"

         "Vickers...how nice of you to join us." Adam took a step toward us.  "Ah, ah!  I wouldn't do that if I were you, Vickers.  Come any closer and I'll slit her throat!"  He inched the knife so close, she could feel the point start to penetrate her skin.

         "Todd, you had your way with me; now let me go!  You said you would!"  Todd just laughed.

         "Nah, I changed my mind.  Why kill you when I could just lock you up?  Then, when I'm feeling a little...you know...I can have my way with you every night."  *Every night...Every night...* Those two words echoed in Aimee's head a million times.  Suddenly shattering glass was heard and Todd's arms were released from around her.  Aimee stepped back and looked at the scene.  Kris had broken a vase on Todd's head.  Todd was on the ground in a crumpled heap, trying to regain his strength.  Aimee ran over to Adam's side just as they heard sirens outside the house.



                                                     The End