Jerry Dandrige X OC Mini Series!!
!!Warnings!! : Foul language
!!Please be respectful!!!!
Zoe Banks sat in the passenger seat of her newfound mysteriously hot neighbor. Jerry had started speeding the closer they got to his street, it’s like he couldn’t wait for something. Zoe could tell they were getting closer with how familiar the route to Charley’s neighborhood was to her. Every house practically looked the same, but being a native of Vegas, she could tell the difference of who lived where. With one last turn of a corner, they were on his street. Zoe suddenly sat up straighter as they slowly drove past Charley’s house. She couldn’t help but try and look through the windows to see if anyone was awake. Thankfully, they were dead asleep in the house. All the windows were pitch black with the shades closed. She felt relieved but with just a tinge of disappointment. She couldn’t help it, she hadn’t been on his street since they broke up, so many memories had hit her all at once. Feeling the weight of it, she fell back onto the seat with her arms crossed.
Jerry noticed this, but chose not to ask about it. Trivial teenage problems, he’d rather not concern himself with and neither should she, she he’d greater things in store her her but she’d know that soon enough. He slowed down and turned into his driveway and parked. Zoe winced from the stiffness in her leg as she tried to move it. Jerry unexpectedly put out his arm and grabbed her wrist rather tightly. Zoe held her breath and looked at his hand with wide eyes. She slowly trailed her eyes up his arm from his neck and to his darkened eyes. “Let me.” He whispered with a sultry drip as his tight grasp turned into a relaxing glide of his fingers up her arm. Zoe would have been deeply uncomfortable but with him it proved impossible to not trust him. He softly touched her cheek with the back of his hand. She let her breath out shakily, she had no idea what to think or do.
Jerry stared into her wide eyes, they were like deep pools waiting to suck him in. She was proving to be a challenge for him and he was doubting what he wanted do at this point. He needed to get it together, he had a job to do. She was the one puzzle piece that would bring it all together, he couldn’t risk that. Zoe wondered if he suddenly realized how how imperfect because he had pulled away from her like he couldn’t stand to touch her any longer. Jerry shut the door and walked around to her side, opening the door for her. She couldn’t help but recoil into herself.
He suddenly put his arm under her legs and under her armpit pulling up against his chest. He easily slid her off the chair and carry her like she was weightless. Zoe gasped and snorted unintentionally. She quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment. Jerry smirked. “Was that a snort?” She became so red she thought she’d explode. She tried covering her face with her hair and looking away. “You really don’t have to do this, I could… limp to the door.” She whispered as he slammed the door shut with his elbow, not having any issues. “I prefer it this way.” He retorted as Zoe scoffed. “And if I don’t?” She challenged. “Then that’s too bad.” He finished. Zoe rolled her eyes and held on tighter as he stepped onto the porch.
Jerry pulled the door open and walked through the door. “Wow, I guess you don’t believe in locks.” She laughed nervously as he put her down onto the ground. She felt dizzy and quickly held herself up against a wall. He didn’t reply as he closed the front door shut. That’s when Zoe became worried. They were both engulfed in complete darkness. Not any light coming from a window or nothing. He didn’t leave any light on in the house either. Zoe tried adjusting her eyes to the dark but it was still too dark. She used her hands to feel against the wall trying to find a light switch. She didn’t hear Jerry or any kind of movement either. “Jerry? Jerry?” Zoe called out as she fumbled over herself. She felt completely senseless. She unfortunately lost her footing and fell down onto to her hands and knees for the second time.
Now on the ground, she was completely vulnerable. “Jerry! What’s going on?” She whispered with a trembling voice as she padded against what felt like a carpeted floor. She felt her raw knees burn as they rubbed against the tough carpet and most likely leaving blood on it. Her long red hair fell over her shoulder and got stuck under her hand, unintentionally making her pull her head down to the ground. “Fuck!” She hissed as she sat onto her feet and began rubbing at her aching scalp. Suddenly, she felt something sharp glide against her cheek. Zoe gasped and fell back onto the carpet. She tried getting up but her legs were weak, she ended up hitting her back against a wall behind her.
She cursed and slid up the wall. “Jerry, this isn’t funny anymore.” She hissed into the dark. Just then, she heard a guttural laugh as a light came on. Zoe covered her eyes, not adjusted to the sudden light. She was met with Jerry sitting on a recliner chair with his legs spread open and looking rather comfortable. She glared at him as he appeared nonchalant. “Sorry, I forgot where the switch was, new place and all.” Zoe pushed herself off the wall and stood straight. “Yeah, I bet you enjoyed that.” She hissed with her arms crossed. Jerry laughed and stood up. “You have no idea.” He whispered, out of reach of Zoe’s ears. He walked to the small kitchen and pulled open the fridge. “You want anything to drink?” He hummed. Zoe huffed in defiance, not answering his question.
Good thing she didn’t because there was nothing but beer and rotting meat. Jerry grabbed a beer and slammed it shut. He turned around and leaned against the counter, watching Zoe intently as he pooped it open and took a swig. He looked up from her curious eyes that took in everything in the room to her pink lips that had now turned purple. He looked down at the tight fitting tank top to her belly button that peeked out from under her shirt, the skin appeared soft and toned. Then down from her soft thighs to red knees and the open cut that was still dripping blood profusely. She was younger for his taste, still so innocent. It was off for him but after hundreds of years of living, he came to think that age was nothing but a number.
Besides, she was like nothing he’d met in a while. He knew he needed her, he yearned for her. And she was easy, fell right into his hands, it was too perfect to let go. Zoe’s blue eyes fell onto him, they held something unrecognizable as he came back from his thoughts. “What?” Zoe shrugged. “I’ve just never drank before…” She trailed off, looking at him like a puppy. Jerry smirked and shook his head. “You’re dangerous.” He whispered before walking over to her. He helped her sit down on the recliner and squatted in front of her. Zoe smiled slyly as he held out the bottle to her. Just as she was about to grab it, he pulled it back. She frowned as he took a long sip. “Hey!” She laughed.
Jerry brought his lips away from the bottle and grabbed her face with one hand. He pulled her towards him and brought his down to her chin. His thumb rubbed against her bottom lip coaxing her to open up. Zoe parted her lips inviting his thumb to glide against her bottom teeth. She looked at him with wide eyes as his eyes had once again darkened. His lids drooping with desire. Not knowing what else to do, she bit his thumb softly stopping him from venturing further into her mouth. He looked up from her lips to look into her eyes. They were irresistible. Without hesitating anymore, he brought his lips to hers and softly kissed her. Zoe stopped breathing as she savored the plush feeling of his lips. He forced her mouth open wider with his tongue and massaging against hers.
She jumped when suddenly she felt the rush of liquid into her mouth. She instinctively brought her hands up to his shoulders and tried pushing him away. She relaxed her throat as the alcohol slid down her throat, giving her a nice tingle. It surprisingly tasted better than she thought. She didn’t know if it was because it was good quality beer or… if it was because of him. She struggled to swallow with everything going on and he held onto the kiss for a bit longer. It was gentle and sweet, exactly what Zoe was used to, just not with who. They slowly pulled away but Zoe was quick to clean the little bit of alcohol that had escaped from the corner of her lip. She quickly looked away and refused to look back at him, at first it was nice but now she just felt ashamed.
Jerry took another swig as he bore a hole into the side of her face. “What’s wrong?” Zoe wasn’t the type of girl to make a move with any guy and especially with one that was twice her age. “Aren’t I too young for you?” She questioned. He just chuckled and stood up in front of her. Zoe still didn’t look at him. He sighed and grabbed her chin again, softly rubbing at her skin. Her breath was shaky as she squeezed her eyes shut. It all felt so wrong. Sensing her shift in attitude, Jerry walked away to the bathroom. Zoe could finally feel like she could breathe without suffocating. She took deep breaths to calm herself down. “What the hell am I doing?” She scolded herself. How could she let herself get so easily manipulated. He was an incredibly hot, nothing she was used to, but she never let herself become so vulnerable before. It was like he had her under some kind of spell. She tried calming herself when she heard his footsteps come back into the room.
Jerry squatted down in front of her. He put a glass of water in front of her face. She tried declining but he insisted. She scowled and huffed before taking it from him. She realized just how parched she was as she looked at the cup, giving in she brought it up to her mouth and took a gulp. Zoe then gagged at the odd taste. “Sorry, all I have is from the faucet.” He apologized as she looked at him with a frown. “Just vegas water I guess.” She mumbled as she noticed he had a first aid kit in hand. He opened it up and started taking out the stuff that was needed. “I won’t need stitches?” She questioned. Jerry shook his head, his dark hair falling out of place. It looked so soft, she wanted to touch it, she was tempted to maybe it was the delirium of losing a lot of blood.
Zoe smiled and allowed him to take off her makeshift bandage. He took a second to breathe. “Are you okay?” She whispered in concern as he looked to be in pain or something. “I just don’t do well with blood… a little bit… sensitive.” He gritted. Zoe tried getting up. “Oh! Don’t worry about it, I can try fixing it up myself, just let me know where the bath-” He quirky pulled her back down onto the seat. “It’s really not necessary, stay put.” He objected. Zoe swallowed thickly and just nodded. His grip on her was tight once again.
He held his eyes longer on her making sure she didn’t get up again. He then examined her open wound and began cleaning it with alcohol. Zoe hissed and cursed as he cleaned it. She clung to the chair with eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck.” She hissed as she fisted the leather under her fingers. Jerry couldn’t help but peek at her as she was distracted from the pain. Even when she was in pain, she looked beautiful. Like an angel, so pure. He watched as her chest rose and dropped in hurried breaths. He looked back down at his work with the image of her withering form still imprinted in his mind.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jerry was finally done. He was able to clean it off, disinfect the wound and wrap it up securely. Zoe fell back onto the seat and huffed. “Thank you.” She whispered as she carefully moved her leg a little. The cut was large but the bruising around it was much worse, thankfully it wasn’t something she had to worry about. She could barely move her leg though. She looked around the walls looking for a clock or something. “Jesus, what time is it?” She mumbled as she pulled out her phone. “Do you have a phone?” She called out to him from the kitchen. “I don’t own a phone.” Jerry shrugged as he washed his hands at the sink, but not before sticking his thumb in his mouth and sucking the blood off his finger. Just a taste wouldn’t hurt.
Zoe sighed and rubbed at her puffy eyes, this was the longest night of her life. Even though she had gotten some good rest, the exhaustion from the events suddenly hit her. “I’m so tired…” She whispered as she looked around the room in confusion. Everything started to become increasingly blurry rather quickly. The empty white walls and single tv become unrecognizable. The chair she was sitting on suddenly felt like quicksand that was sucking her in. She had never felt this weak before. “What’s happening to me?” She mumbled one last time as she fell back onto the chair. Before closing her eyes she took one last look at Jerry’s towering form that stood over her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He winked before she shut them completely engulfing her in darkness.
Zoe’s blue eyes slowly opened as she looked around her trying to focus her eyes. Her cheek was pressed against the cold hard ground as her body laid on its side. She wiggled her fingers trying to get a feeling back into her limbs. She groaned as she slowly tried raising her neck which didn’t work since she was still too weak. She groaned as she laid motionless on the ground, everything ached. Her mouth was drier than the desert and her stomach was growling as she hadn’t eaten anything since before practice. She squinted her eyes and looked around the room, the bright fluorescent light came into focus and finally she was able to see where she was.
It was a small white room like a broom closet with just a light and nothing else. Zoe cried quietly as she flipped herself onto her back using as little movement as possible. All she could see now was the ceiling. Deciding that it was time to man up, she slowly urged herself to sit up. Swallowing the pain, she did so. She supported herself with her shaking arms as she squinted from the pounding in her head. All she was faced with now was a door with a small peep hole at the top. Without thinking about it, she slowly stood up and took a moment to make sure she wouldn’t topple over. She tried taking a step forward but her body wasn’t ready for so much movement yet, so she fell full force against the door causing a loud bang. “Fuck.” She cried as she slid down the door while holding onto her legs. They ached so bad she they were beginning to go numb.
In this moment, Zoe remembered why it was important to never trust strangers. She should’ve listened to herself, but she felt like maybe she was judging this stranger too harshly. Of course a man would prove otherwise. Jerry was new in town, invited her to his house, offered her alcohol and was a total creep for making a move when he was way older than her. All the signs were there, she could’ve at least ran to get help, she wouldn’t have gotten far but she wouldn’t have had to when Charley lived just a couple of feet away. But once again, she had to blame herself, what was she thinking? She should’ve never let herself get in this situation.
All Zoe could hear in her head was her father screaming at her about what an idiot she was just like her incompetent mother. And her grandfather telling her never to trust anything that appears from the dark. Just like Jerry did. “Fuck, fuck, fuck you!” Zoe cried as hot tears streamed down her face. The water he had given her was roofied. But what was the reason in bandaging her up then giving her a roofie if he was just going to murder her anyway? Maybe he liked to play games with victims or get into their heads. Zoe then froze. Or maybe he was going to use her for more personal reasons. “No.” She cried as she stood up and started banging against the door. “FUCK YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD!” She cursed.
Zoe didn’t even bother trying the knob, she knew it would be locked. She tried looking out the peephole but was met with nothing and no one. Just the same walls but multiple other doors. She pulled back wide eyed realizing that there were probably other people here too. “How many does he have?” She mumbled as she held her pounding head in her hands. She began to pace in circles, with the hit of adrenaline she was having she couldn’t feel anymore but the need to get the fuck out of there. She stood for a moment looking at the door with every thought possible hitting her all at once.
Then it hit her. Zoe pressed her hands against the door, feeling it, it was pretty flimsy. She figured she could break it open with the right amount of hits. She hesitated, that only meant sacrificing the already fragile state of her body. But it didn’t matter when the possibility of survival was higher with a broken shoulder than a chopped up body. Zoe stepped back and took a deep breath. “You can do this.” She whispered as she started to doubt herself. She got into position, preparing her shoulder for impact. She looked at the door with hatred. The only thing stopping her from life or death. “Let’s fucking do this.” She hissed before running up and smashing her shoulder against the door. It creaked the first time, the second time it jumped, the third time it cracked, the fourth time it cracked even more, the fifth time a hinge began to pop off but by the sixth time it still hadn’t budged and she was already feeling it.
Zoe yelled in frustration as she held her shoulder in her hand attempting to massage the throbbing. It was definitely sprained, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. She screamed out in pain as she fell back onto the wall, sliding down it and hitting the floor roughly. “I’m so tired…” She cried as she sat helplessly. Even though the door had been compromised just a little, it was still holding up good. Zoe hung her head as her heart beat a thousand times per minute. She was engulfed in silence, just the sound of her own labored breaths. “I can’t give up.” She tried encouraging herself. She pleaded with herself but she was losing what little energy she had left.
Suddenly, she heard a door open. Zoe sat up on alert. It was quiet for a second but then slow footsteps echoed as they stepped closer and closer to her door. Zoe stood up and pushed her body as close to the wall as she could. She watched the door intently when the steps came to a stop right in front of her door. She brought her fists up to her face and prepared herself as she heard a key go into the lock. It twisted and turned, unlocking with a click, except her door didn’t swing open with a creak. Zoe sighed in relief and quietly walked up to the peephole. She carefully put her body against the door to look. Her breathing was shaky as her eyes focused on the broad back of Jerry’s body.
He was in a room opposite of hers that looked exactly the same, except this time there was a blonde standing in front of him. She was scared and tried pleading with him as he walked into the room and pulled her towards him by the arm. She couldn’t fight much from the looks of it as she fell right into his arms. Zoe struggled to see as he dipped her body down to the ground with his and held her in his arms. “Please don’t, please.” She begged as he brushed the hair off of her neck. Zoe furrowed her brows. What the hell was he doing? The girl continued to cry and shake in his arms. He appeared to be sniffing her or something as his body shook over her. Suddenly, with a jolt of his body he bit right into her neck with a loud crunch.
Zoe screamed as she fell onto the floor. She covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut as the girls cries grew louder. She could hear the blood splatter drip onto the cement floor. She couldn’t understand what she had just seen, but whatever it was she didn’t want to be like that girl. After a little bit, the girls cries had died down. Zoe opened her eyes hesitantly but scrambled back when she noticed a puddle of blood began seeping in from under the crack of her door. “Oh god.” She cried into her hand as she slowly stood up to face the wall. The strong smell of copper filled her small room and she couldn’t bare it. “Please, get me out of here.” She begged as she looked up toward the ceiling, hoping the higher power would get her out of this. “Whoever is up there…” Zoe mumbled with quivering lips.
Zoe jumped when she heard Jerry throw the poor girls lifeless body against the wall and slam the door shut. It was quiet for a moment. Zoe held her breath. The floor creaked under his weight. Zoe slowly turned her neck to face the door attempting to not look at the ground and make herself sick. She stared in anticipation that he’d come in here next and do what he did to her as well. She could feel his stare, whether she could see him or not. She just stared back, refusing to move or breathe. After a long minute, she heard him start walking out. She sighed in relief. He paused again at the end of the hall feeling tempted but ultimately decided leaving was best for now, besides he’d like to save the best for last.
Zoe was thankful for a moment but quickly tiptoed back toward her door. Her shoes squelched into the puddle of blood in which she grimaced. “Gross…” She hissed before peeking back out the peephole. He was gone for sure. She heaved as she held her chest. Now it was time to go back to figuring out how to get out of here before she was next, and there was no time to waste after seeing what was in store for her. She could let herself think about what she just saw and heard but filling herself with fear wasn’t going to help her situation. Zoe began pacing again to begin brainstorming on what to do next, but the sound of the door opening up again caught her attention. This time it was different, it was hesitant and quiet, like someone sneaking in. Then cautious footsteps distracted her. She furrowed her brows and stood frozen. It didn’t sound like Jerry. These were slow and much lighter.
She went to check through the peephole again, she focused her eyes to see. And when they did they went wide when they fell upon a familiar face. It was her ex, Charley Brewster. What a surprise that he’d be the one to come to her rescue. How fucked up was this? When Zoe asked for help she didn’t think he’d send her asshole ex boyfriend. God or whoever truly did like to have a good laugh at her. Charley stood before her door cautiously while looking down the hall every few times. He was hesitant before putting his ear against Zoe’s door. Zoe watched as he listened for any sign of life. He had seen Jerry put his hand against the door in a caressing manner. He thought it was just Doris who he had locked up, but with the way Jerry seemed to soften as he stared at the door, Charley figured whatever was in the room was important to him.
Zoe didn’t want to speak and frighten Charley. So, instead she brought her knuckles up to the wood and knocked twice. Charley pulled back in a mixture or fear and surprise. If it was human, it would’ve started begging for help or crying, instead they were just knocking? It was probably another one of him. Although, he wondered why they were locked up. Zoe stepped away from the door and hugged herself as her body shook in anticipation.
Charley controlled himself and decided he’d rather take the risk, he got down on his knees and began messing with the lock. Zoe stood waiting and wondering if he was going to help her. She had thought he left but she began hearing the lock twisting and turning. She ran to the door and looked again through the hole to see the top of his head as he was kneeling in front of her door. Zoe wanted to rejoice and jump up and down but she didn’t want to get too excited, this was only the beginning, this was the easy part. She watched as the doorknob jumped as he struggled to open it, she could hear him getting frustrated but he didn’t give up. Her eyes watered as what she knew were minutes but felt like hours.
Just as she was growing helpless, the lock clicked and popped open. Zoe jumped back and stood there stunned as Charley Brewster looked at her like she wasn’t real. “Zoe?” He whimpered out as his eyes watered. This is not what he would’ve expected, finding his ex girlfriend bloodied and battered standing locked up in the house of a crazed serial killer. Zoe’s eyes fluttered as they began to pool with tears. “Charley.” She whispered. When he heard her voice he finally believed it. He ran up to her and hugged her tightly. In any other context, this would’ve been weird but here, it was reassurance that she’d be okay. Zoe cried into his shoulder as her body shook. He pulled back to look her up and down. “Did he do this to you? What are you doing here? How?” He quivered out as he held her face in his palms. He had so many questions that she couldn’t answer right now. He also couldn’t help but look at her neck to check for blood or bite marks. Zoe shook her head. “I’m hurt, but I’m okay.” She whispered as he brought her into a tight hug again like she’d disappear in his arms.
Zoe wanted to relish in the comfort that Charley was here, but there wasn’t time for that. She pulled away and looked him in his puppy green eyes that she once loved. “We’ve gotta go, Charley.” She whispered. Charley’s usual sweet face became stern with determination but fear was still evident in his eyes. He put Zoe’s arm over his shoulder and helped her limp out of the door and into the hall. They tried avoiding the pool of blood to not leave noticeable footprints on the floor. Just as they were about to walk away, Zoe stopped, holding Charley back. He looked at her as she seemed to fight with herself. They couldn’t leave the girl, she was probably dead, but it was still best to make sure.
Charley shook his head. “We don’t have time for this.” He hissed as he struggled to carry Zoe as it is. Now two? It’d be impossible, he was just one man. “I just want to make sure if she’s still alive, if she is, you can carry her and I’ll walk.” Even though she could already feel the pain of her walking, she didn’t want to live with the thought that they could’ve saved her too. Charley took a moment to think, but ultimately decided it was the right thing to do. Even if he basically saw the life drain from Doris eyes. Zoe pulled herself off him and slowly walked to the door, Charley did the same and kneeled on the ground to start picking at the lock. It was silent in the room but she was probably passed out. It took only a little bit and the door popped open.
Zoe hurriedly pushed it open to find the blonde laying haphazardly on the ground like a lifeless dummy with her eyes still open. Zoe thought she was dead at first but noticed she was still breathing. “She’s still breathing, hurry!” She instructed Charley as she pushed him forward. He quickly grabbed the blonde and helped her stand up. “I got you, I got you.” He comforted her as he took it slow guiding her out of the room. She was fragile and weak. Zoe looked at the dry blood on her neck and obvious puncture wounds where Jerry had chomped into her like a burger. She cringed at it and quickly looked away. “Okay, time to get out of here.” Zoe whispered as Charley helped the girl take careful steps.
Zoe hurriedly walked down the hall ignoring her stinging pain in her leg and ache in her shoulder with every swing of her arm. She ran her hand down the side of the wall and when she found a place to put her hand she quickly pulled the wall open revealing a dark closet. “What the fuck.” She hissed. “You have to open the closet door.” Zoe looked back quizzically as he just nodded his head forward. Zoe took a deep breath and slowly walked into the hanging clothes in front of her, it was all just uniforms like security guards, construction workers, highway patrol and police officers. She swallowed thickly, this guy was a hardened criminal.
She got through the clothing quietly trying not to move anything too much. She then cautiously pulled one side of the closet open. She looked around what looked to be a cluttered office. An orange lamp lit up the room showing odd drawings on the walls, and pictures. She turned to Charley and helped him carry the girl out of the closet. They maneuvered their way through the room and took a moment to cautiously look outside the open door that led to the hallway. They could hear Jerry downstairs switching between channels on the tv. Zoe looked around to take in all the boxes and mess. But a huge scroll on the wall caught her eye. She wondered closer to it, looking at the eerie drawing. It looked so familiar. Unknowingly she brought her hand up to touch it, but Charley was quick to stop her.
He had grabbed her wrist and she jumped looking back at him. “Don’t.” He hissed, his usual pink cheeks were pale as he looked at her with hardened eyes. “We’ve got to go.” He whispered bringing her hand down. Zoe nodded frantically as he pulled her with him to the door. The girl now seemed more aware and stable as she was now able to stand on her own two feet. “Are you okay?” Charley asked her surprised that she was feeling better already. “Yeah, I can walk.” She reassured him. She then looked at Zoe and became frightened at the dirty and bloody red-head. “Oh my god… you’re just a kid.” She whispered with disgust that Jerry had the young girl locked up like her. “What’s your name?” She asked. “Zoe.” Zoe mumbled. “I’m Doris.” She whispered with a weak smile.
Doris felt protective of the girl suddenly, like it was her duty to help her get out of this mess. She walked behind her as Charley stood in front of the both of them. He looked back at Zoe, making sure she was ready. She nodded. He grabbed her hand as he began walking out of the room and into the hall, slowly guiding them. Zoe felt calm at the feeling of his warm skin holding hers. It was odd that they were united again in this situation, him basically saving her life. She also couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he was doing here? Had he seen her that night and came to help when she never came back out? And how long had Doris been here? Was she here the whole time she was downstairs with Jerry? The thought gave her chills. The feeling of feeling so helpless when someone else was just right there.
Charley continued to guide them slowly as they came down the hall and stopped at the top of the stairs. He turned to them with a finger on his lips to make sure they were quiet as they stepped onto the wooden stairs. They had to be extra careful because there was a possibility of the stairs creaking from their weight and giving them away. The downstairs was an open concept, so any wrong move and Jerry would be able to see them and come after them. Doris held onto Zoe as her legs began to ache going down the steps. Zoe reassuringly put her hand over hers as they continued. She was freezing cold to the touch but she imagined the girl had just lost too much blood from the looks of it. Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs and came to a stop. Zoe could see the tv playing the real housewives, the windows covered in some weird paint, and the one single lamp that dimly lit the room.
The house was cold and empty. Nothing brought it to life and nothing could, the energy was off, everything in it felt wrong. Suddenly, they heard Jerry’s familiar footsteps, heavy and slow. They all turned to look at the chair that sat in front of the tv to see it empty as Jerry had now gotten up and walked to the kitchen. Doris whimpered a little, but Zoe squeezed her hand and shook her head. It was a warning to keep quiet, Doris squeezed her eyes shut and nodded in compliance. Charley looked up at a glass case that stood in front them to see the reflection of the fridge opening, except there was no one in the reflection opening it. Zoe could see his eyes grow wide. She followed his eyes and what she saw made her heart sink as well.
They could hear him rummaging through the fridge but they couldn’t see him at all. It was as though a ghost were playing tricks on them. Zoe slowly turned to look through the stair banister to see Jerry standing right in front of the fridge. But it wasn’t clicking for her, she couldn’t made sense of it. All she knew was that this thing, didn’t have a reflection. Her body began to shake as she turned away and covered her mouth to hide her cry. Her eyes were frantic and scared as Charley quickly turned to her. He grabbed her face and put his lips beside her ear. “Calm down.” He whispered. He pulled back and brought a finger to his quivering lips. He wanted to cry with fear but he had two lives depending on him, he needed to put a brave face for them.
Zoe shut her eyes and opened them back up, sucking up the tears. Hearing Jerry’s steps begin walking back to the tv, Charley quickly pulled them along and around the corner. They duck walked in line toward the back door that led to the backyard. But suddenly, Jerry stopped. They froze with heavy breaths, Zoe could feel the sweat going down the side of her face. He then began to walk back the kitchen and they scrambled to hide at the end of the stairs again. They successfully made it back without being seen. Charley peeked from the corner and watched as Jerry rolled an apple off the counter and playfully catching it before it hit the ground. He then looked up at the top of the stairs. He seemed to be thinking about something or someone as he smirked to himself, rubbing the apple against his shirt to clean it off. Charley knew he what he was thinking about, and that was most likely Zoe.
Images of Zoe laying in Jerry’s arms instead of Doris, as he sucked the life from her, her hand reaching out to Charley for help. He couldn’t bare the image, and if he could he would’ve stood up and beat the crap out of Jerry. But before letting it get to him further, he saved the rage for later, he might need it. Charley watched as Jerry walked out of the kitchen and rounded the corner, with that he guided the two girls with him, quicker than before. As they walked past the living room, Zoe looked back to make sure that Jerry was back in front of the tv. Unfortunately, Jerry wasn’t and instead was standing right there against the wall, watching them escape. He made no attempt to stop them and only watched them like he was entertained. Zoe furrowed her brows in confusion, why was he just standing there? Like he didn’t care. His sinister eyes pierced into hers telling her something. Like they weren’t going to be free of him just yet.
Zoe looked away to warn Charley but he had already gotten the back door open, unsurprisingly it was left unlocked. She knew it wasn’t just out of luck. She knew that Jerry was very calculated, it was no mistake. She remembered when she first got here he had the doors unlocked, he wasn’t afraid. “Wait.” Zoe tried warning Charley as he guided them out the door. She covered her eyes as she walked outside and the sun was rising. “That’s weird.” She whispered. Zoe felt like she was in there for a lot longer. From the time she called her parents it would’ve been 3 and by the time she got to Jerry’s and been bandaged up it would’ve been 4:30. Sunrise is at 5:30. She was sure if she was roofied, she should’ve been out longer than 10 minutes. “How long was I in there?” She mumbled, questioning herself.
Charley slowly shut the door behind them when everyone was safely out. “Thank you!” Doris cried as she held onto Charley’s arm in gratitude. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He whispered as he also grabbed onto the confused Zoe and rushed out onto the grass to get the hell out of there as quick as possible. He kept reassuring them as they ran, but as soon as they hit the sunlight Doris lit up in flames. There was a loud audible screech from her as she became fire and then ashes and disappearing with breeze. Zoe stood dumbfounded trying to register what had just happened all too fast. Charley looked at where Doris was just standing to see nothing left but her calf on the grass. “Oh my god!” Zoe cried as she covered her mouth.
Charley’s eyes pooled with tears as he mourned the fact that Doris didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve any of it. She disappeared into thin air like she never existed, like she didn’t matter. He couldn’t help but feel like it was all his fault. Zoe heaved into her hand as she held her stomach, she slowly looked up towards the house. It was just like any other house but inside it held something so menacing and dark. No one would have ever known. She knew that Jerry let them leave because he knew that would happen. He wanted them to see it, he wanted to fuck with their heads. He wanted to scare them and it worked.
Zoe stood up straight, she knew that he was watching them. Without thinking about it, she picked up her hands and stuck her middle finger out at him. “FUCK. YOU.” She yelled in anguish. All her anger and rage. Charley quickly grabbed her and turned her around to look away from the house. She screamed into his shirt as she tightly fisted the fabric in her palm. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He tried reassuring her, but he wasn’t so sure himself. Zoe shook her head as tears ran down her cheeks. “H- he’s going to come after me…” She whimpered. Charley squeezed his eyes shut as he caressed her tangled red locks. Even if things ended badly between them and they had their differences, he was glad that she was alive right now and that he could hold her.
Feeling the sun engulf them both completely, Charley slowly pulled away. Zoe opened her bloodshot blue eyes to look at his green puffy ones. He was as exhausted as she was. They took a moment to stare at each other. It had been so long, Zoe forgot what it was like to stare at him this close. His pale skin and high cheek bones, to his small thin straight nose, and thin pouty lips. She then looked back up to his pale sea moss green eyes. They were always so soft and warming. His brows always appeared worried which she thought was the cutest thing about him. He looked back at her with the same admiration. Realizing this, she pulled away completely.
Charley seemed to snap out of it and cleared his throat. “Um, L-Let’s get you home.” Zoe pulled him back by the arm. “No… I can’t go home.” She tightly gripped his arm that he thought it would snap. “What do you mean? Why?” She shook her head frantically. “I just… can’t.” She gritted. Charley looked at her quizzically but nodded, he didn’t want to fight her on anything right now. “Alright, we’ll figure this out at my house. For now, let’s get out of here.” He reassured her as she nodded in agreement. He held her hand as they quickly jogged toward the back gate and got out of there as fast as they could without looking back.
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