Psycho Sitter: Mystery/Thriller

by Alexandria Ayers

  So the idiot left me, cuffed me to the bed while he went to only God knows where. I lay there since there’s nothing else I could really do. My thoughts start to take my mind to places. Where is my little brother? Is he alright? Is he even alive? Are those men going to kill him? I didn’t know and I so wish I did. I miss my brother. I never meant for this to happen. Hunter said he would let him go, that he would be free. I thought at least one of us would be let go, but no, Hunter had to lie. He lied about letting my brother go free, and I will never be able to forgive him for doing such a thing. I lay there, letting the tears pour. I messed up. I’m the reason that Ben isn’t here right now with me. It’s all my fault.

  All of a sudden the hotel door flew open to a fuming Hunter. He looked really pissed. His breathing was uneven and heavy and his hair was a mess. It looked like he was pulling at it. He looked at me, anger could be seen in his eyes. I sank back into the bed, hoping he wouldn’t come over, but unfortunately he did. He stormed over to me.

  “Get up!” he yelled at me.

  “I-I c-can’t,” I say, motioning to the hand cuffs.

  He began digging in his pocket, trying to find something. After a few seconds, he pulled out a small key and threw it at me. It landed on my lap. Is he stupid or something? I couldn’t un-cuff myself.

  “H-Hunter,” I whisper. He turned and looked at me, obviously still pissed.

  I looked down at the key then back at my cuffed hands, hoping he would get the hint. His breathing got even heavier before he violently grabbed the chains and stuck the key in the lock. Once my hands were let free, he grabbed me by the arms, pulled me out of the bed, and threw me on the ground. All I could think was what I did. He started to pace in the hotel room, pulling his curls and mumbling things to himself. I just sat there, not wanting to do anything to make him even more mad.

  “You’re so stupid!” he yelled all of a sudden, looking at me. Before I could respond he continued. “Calling your mom, and now the cops are after me! My face and yours are plastered all over the damn news!” he finished and looked back at me. He got down to my level on the dirty floor and put both his hands on my cheeks.

  “You’re a very brave girl to mess with me but never forget that I never lose.”

  The cops will find me and Ben, and he will go to jail for a very long time. It'’ just when will the cops find me. A few?

  Minutes pass before Hunter finally spoke. “Get up we’re leaving,” He spat, grabbing his cigarettes on the nightstand.

  I did as I was told. I got up from the floor, putting my shoes and coat on. He grabbed everything else that is ours before leaving the hotel room and walking to the car. I got into the passenger’s side, shutting the door and buckling up. Hunter did the same except he didn’t wear his seatbelt. It bugged me that he didn’t. Even though I hate him with a great passion, I still wanted the bastard to put his seatbelt on.

  “Y-you might want to p-put that on—“

  “Shut up.” He snapped, not giving my comment a second thought.

  We drove for probably two hours before we pulled up to an alley where music was blaring from a door just a few feet away. The sign read “Inked Queen.” I stared at the sign, wondering why Hunter would bring me here.

  “What are we doing here?” I asked, still staring at the building.

  “Getting a new look.” he said, smirking at me.

  Chapter 20

  I stared at him in utter shock. He can’t seriously mean we’re getting a new look! Can he?

  “Well don’t just sit there and stare at me. I mean I know I’m gorgeous and all but get your shit together. Can’t have you gawking at me all day.” He laughed.

  “Stuck on our self much, are we?” I asked as I got out of the car, sending him his famous smirk he always seems to use on me.

  “Well when you’re this hot it’s kind of hard not to be,” he shot back, getting out of the car and walking over to the alley where the loud so called music was coming from.

  I followed closely behind as I saw some tattooed and pierced people who didn’t look too friendly or at least didn’t let on to be. I tried smiling at a young girl but she just gave me the finger.

  Real classy, I think. Hunter opened the door, well not for me because he just waltzed right on in, leaving the door to slap me in the face.

  “What a gentleman,” I said sarcastically as I quickly opened the door to catch up with Hunter.

  You wouldn’t want to lose someone in this type of place. The first thing I saw as I enter the building was the strobe lights. They’re the one kind of light I could live without. They’re so confusing and they always give me one hell of a headache. Once by Hunter’s side, I started to take in my surroundings a little more instead of focusing on the blinding lights. There’s a dance floor where girls in very little clothes are so called dancing, but really they just looked like they’re rubbing their bodies up against one other. I looked away, disgusted by the scene, and let my pure eyes wander somewhere else. To my left was a bar where guys and girls were taking shots and drinking who knows what.

  Hunter grabbed my hand as we came up on the dance floor. For a second I thought he was going to make me start rubbing himself all over me. Instead, he just held my hand tightly and pulled me through the grinding crowd. Once we were finally away from the sweaty bodies, he pulled me into a curtained room where a girl, probably around the age of twenty, sat, cleaning some kind of tattooing tools. Oh, wonderful.” I think he’s going to make me get a tattoo. The girl looked up from cleaning her tools after she saw us came in.

  “Hunter!” Her high-pitched voice could break glass, no doubt about that.

  I had only heard her say one word and I already hate the girl, bad I know, but God that voice.

  Her blue hair was put into some crazy rat’s nest-slash-bun, and I’m pretty sure she couldn’t get any more piercings for there’s not one bare spot left on her ears or lip. Her clothing looked like ripped netting, well actually I think it is.

  Hunter walked over to the blue-haired chick.

  “Storm!” So her name is Storm? Who names their child Storm? Well I guess it’s pretty neat considering not many people would have such a name.

  “Where have you been? I’ve missed your ugly ass around here,” she jokingly said, hitting his arm.

  “You know, here and there,” he told her, not making eye contact.

  “I see. Who’s this chick?” Storm directed her attention to me.

  “Oh, um. This is Cassandra.”

  I walked over to the blue-haired one and extended my hand for her to shake, but she only laughed in my face.

  “Sweetie, nobody shakes hands anymore.” I just laughed along with them.

  “So what can I do for you to day?” Storm asked, looking back at Hunter.

  “We need a new look, especially her,” Hunter explained, looking over at me. Storm smiled at me and said, “I can do that.” And with that she took my hand and led me over to a chair and let me sit down. She told me to lean my head back so she could wash my hair. Once it was washed and shampooed, she started to put color dye in my hair.

  “What color are you using?” I asked, slightly afraid.

  “You like pink and purple right?” she asked, looking down at me from where she was putting the dye on.

  “I… Uh...” I was too shocked to say anything.

  Hunter was beside me in a chair. Just like he, he was getting something done to his hair. All I could think about was that I was going to look like one of those freaks that my dad always says to stay away from.

  About an hour later, my hair was being blow dried. “Okay hair is done!” Her high-pitched voice sang.

  “Okay, so I’m done?”

  “Oh no, sweetie, we still have makeup!” Great. Makeup. Something I don’t really wear nor like wearing.

  After a purple eye shadow, a mountain of eyeliner, and a mascara she was finally done with my eyes. She applied a light pink lipstick and then some pink blush. “Done!” She cheered, cla
pping her hands.

  “Now time for piercings and tattoos!”

  “W-what?” The only piercings I have are in my ears, and I never even thought about getting a tattoo. I always thought they look a little trashy on girls.

  “You would look so hot with a nose ring!” She happily screamed.

  “O-okay.”

  Not even five minutes later, the sting was gone and I was left with a hoop pierced into my nose.

  “Shouldn’t it be a stud?”

  “Oh no, hoops will work fine.” She smiled.

  “Now tattoos, what will it be?”

  I really didn’t know what I wanted or if I even want one. “I really don’t know.” I told her truthfully.

  “Well it can be meaningful or it could just be something you like, maybe a butterfly, or something cute like that.” she suggested.

  I thought for a minute. Then it came to me I know what I want. “I think I know what I want.” I said.

  “Yay! How exciting!” She got her tools to do the tattoo.

  I told her what I want and where I want the ink to go for the rest of my life. Once it was done, I stared down at my wrapped up pinky finger.

  “Wow.”" I heard a raspy voice say above me. I look up to see Hunter with the ends of his hair lightly colored blue, but that’s all that I can see that is different about him.

  “Blue?” I asked.

  “Yeah, so you hair is like purplish pink.” He was right about that, even though I still haven’t dared to look in the mirror.

  “So I see you got a tattoo. What’d you get?” he asked.

  “I got Ben’s name put on my pinky finger.”

  “And why’d you do that?” He sounded kind of mad.

  “Well I and Ben would always pinky promise, and well I promised him that everything would be alright and I still want to keep that promise even though I have no idea where he is,” I confessed, letting a tear run down my cheek.

  “Get up, we’re leaving.” His voice now sounded stern and mean again.

  “Now where are we going?” I asked.

  “London. I already told you.” With that he got up and paid Storm for the tattoo and hair dye.

  Hunter practically dragged me out of the building, and slammed the car door shut, and sped off down the road.

  Chapter 21

  Hunter had been driving for probably three hours and had barely even spoke a word to me.

  I was beginning to think he hates me now because I got Ben’s name put on my pinky finger. I don’t know why, though, it’s my body. I can do what I wish with it. I don’t need someone telling me that I can’t do this or that. With my body, it’s my choices. I mean did he think I was going to put “Hunter” on my pinky finger? No, heck no. Why would I put that pricks name on my body? All he has done is hurt me and my family and one day he will pay for what he has done.

  “Are you hungry?” His voice broke my thoughts.

  “Yes, I’m starving because you being the horrible man you are has barely even fed me,” I think to myself. “Yeah a little bit,” I replied, pushing the old thought to the back of my mind.

  “What would you like?” Wow he’s actually asking what I want for once.

  “Food would be good.”

  “Well, no shit, Cassandra.” he said, shaking his head.

  “What about IHOP? I saw a sign for it a few miles back.” he asked.

  “Sure that’s fine.” I've never even eaten at IHOP, weird I know.

  We drove for about ten more minutes before we pulled up to the small restaurant. We both got out and went in. An older lady let sat us at a small table in the back, Hunter’s request. She handed us our menus and left to give us a few minutes to decide what we would like to eat.

  “What do you normally get here?” Hunter broke the silence.

  “I’ve never been here before.” I admitted.

  “What? You’ve never been here before?

  “Yep, never been,” I answered.

  “Well then, you will have to get the chocolate chip pancakes because they are amazing.”

  “Okay.” And with that we sat silently till our waitress came back.

  Hunter then ordered four chocolate chip pancakes and two waters. The waitress left to put the order in.

  “So...” I started, breaking the silence.

  “So what?” Hunter asked.

  “So how old are you?”

  “I’m twenty, and you?”

  “Sixteen, I’ll be seventeen on May seventh.” I couldn’t wait to be able to drive on my own.

  Nice,” He simply replied.

  I really needed to find out more about Hunter considering I literally know nothing about him.

  “Do you have any younger brothers or sisters?” I asked, looking at Hunter in the eyes.

  He shifted a little in his seat and broke eye contact with me.

  “Younger sister,” he told me while playing with the salt shaker.

  “What’s her name?” I pushed further.

  He put the salt shaker down and looked me in the eyes as he said, “Her name was Lily.” I think I saw a tear in Hunter’s eye but if there was one he must’ve wiped it away.

  “I’m so sorry. I’m sure she’s in a better place now,” I said, now feeling guilty for bringing it up.

  “Let’s hope. It was all my fault…” He trailed off, looking away from me.

  So he killed his own sister? God, this man has issues.

  “There wasn’t enough time. I couldn’t get them out.”

  I was about to ask why there wasn’t enough time, but before I could our waitress came with our food.

  She placed the two plates of pancakes and asked us if we need anything else. Hunter replied, “No, we’re fine.” We eat our chocolate chip pancakes in silence.

  I wanted so badly to ask why there wasn’t enough time, but I knew I shouldn’t so I just kept quiet. Once done eating, Hunter paid and we left. The clock in the car reads 11:56pm. It was late and we were both tired. Hunter pulled the car off to the side of the road and put it in park.

  Chapter 22

  “Bedtime,” he said, smiling over at me. “Great,” I thought.

  “Sorry about having to sleep in the car. Can’t afford a hotel every night,” he told me, looking out at the stars through the window.

  The view was beautiful for we were out in the middle of almost nowhere. I could really see the stars tonight.

  “It’s okay. If you didn’t, I don’t think we would get to see this view.” I breathed out, smiling out of the window.

  “True,” he simply said, reaching up above our heads and pushing a button on the ceiling making the sunroof open to the galaxy above.

  He let his seat leaned back, and I did the same, relaxing for the first time since he showed up at my house. It was silent for a good ten minutes before I spoke. “Hunter...” It was quiet for a second before he said anything back.

  “What?”

  “Why do you sometimes act... different?” I wondered, looking over at him.

  “What do you mean?” I was surprised that he wasn’t’ angry yet with me for asking.

  “Like sometimes you’re sweet and kind but then other times you act like you’re... psycho.” I said the last word in almost a whisper.

  “I-I... It’s him,” He tried to explain, looking away from my gaze.

  “Him?” I pushed further.

  “The other me...” He trailed off.

  “H-he c-controls me sometimes a-and I can’t do anything about it.”

  “He takes over.” His words frightened me but I let him continue.

  “It’s like being two different people,” he said, keeping his eyes on the stars above.

  “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He looks over to my direction.

  “That’s fine,” I replied. It was silent for a while before I spoke again. “Will you tell me about yourself? I mean, since I’m going to be staying with you.”

  “I guess.” He didn’t really sound too s
ure about what he’s agreeing to, but he didn’t say anything about it.

  “What would you like to know?” he asked, not making eye contact.

  I thought for a minute. This was important. He seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe he will tell me about what happened to his sister.

  “Uh... What happened to your sister? You never finished what you were going to say—“

  “Something else I don’t want to talk about, the past.”

  Well so much for that I think. “Something simple.”

  I thought for a second.

  “What’s your favorite color?” I asked, a small chuckle leaving my parted lips.

  “Why are you laughing?” he asked, sitting up somewhat.

  “It’s just, I go from one extreme to the next,” I admitted, looking into his forest green eyes.

  “Well, it’s black,” he said, looking away from me and back out at the sunroof.

  And here came the “other” Hunter.

  “That’s not much of a color,” I whispered.

  “It explains the world, my life, my soul, and my mind.”

  “Well my favorite color is aqua blue,” I said, quickly changing the subject.

  “Well that’s uh... nice color,” he stammered suddenly.

  “Hunter,” I said his name, my voice turning serious.

  “Yeah?”

  “W-what... Was your childhood bad?” I asked, afraid of the way he might react.

  It got deadly silent after that. The only noise that could be heard was his heavy breathing. I knew in a way it was none of my business, but hell, I am going to be staying with him, I think I at least should get to know some things about this guy.

  “Yes, it was bad,” He admitted in almost a whisper, playing with the hem of his sweater.

  “I’m sorry.” I didn’t mean to upset him. I just wanted to know something about this man.

  “It’s fine, you can’t change the past. It is what it is,” he replied.

  It was silent again. I wondered what happened in his past. Well more than what I already knew. He told me he killed his father because he was hurting his mother and that his sister died for unknown reasons. But there had to be more since it is such a touchy subject for him. So much could have gone on, I just wanted to know. I wanted to help him.