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Chapter...8

The mind can be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands~unknown 

It hadn't been a minute since I woke up in the hospital and I was already beening bombarded with questions.

"Miss Johnson I understand that you are exhausted but we just want to know Mr Dawson's motive in keeping you hostage" detective Richards asked.

She was in her early forties but didn't look a day over thirty of course saying  black dont c***k wasn't a lie. She had salt and pepper hair and always had assertiveness in her voice.

"He said he wanted to protect me from someone but he never told me who" My voice was horse like sand paper scraping across the side walk.

"Detective I think she should rest now" my mother tried to hold my hand but I moved it away. I was so mad with my parents because they gave up so easily.

The detective sighed then closed her pad. She nodded her head and signalled to Stephan. He stayed in the room ever since I entered the hospital.

My mother turned to me but I didn't look at her I just started at the sterile white ceiling.

Perfect from one cage to another. I silently thought.

"Let me check on your father then we can talk" she kissed my forehead then left. Stephan stood up with with his hands in his back pockets.

"Um Jane there is someone you need to see although at first this may shock you" he walked to the door and nodded to someone outside.

My heart stopped beating and for a split second I thought I was losing my mind.

The sandy blonde haired I thought to be dead stood right in front of me. His eye was swollen and he had a bandage wrapped around his head.

"Scott" he rushed up to me and hugged me tight and I returned the same energy crying into his hoodie that smelled heavily like him. His scent brought me comfort, something about the axe and burt fire wood was calming.

Lots of things were going through my head. How was he alive? whose body did I see mutilated the first time? What about the realistic head that was on the mannequin? I pulled back and he held my tear stained face in his arms.

"Well that night I went to check for the animal then when I turned I got hit in the head" he sat in the chair next to my bed and held my hands.

"He tranquilized me then kept me in a prison then the day you escaped the cops found me" he gently wiped away a tear on my face.

"I will leave you two alone" I almost forgot Stephan was in the room. When he reached the door I stopped him.

"Stephan" he turned "thank you for not giving up on me, I really am thankful" he nodded his head then left leaving Scott and I alone.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked worried.

"Physically no but mentally yes, I dont think I will be he same anymore." I traced his eyebrow.

"These hospital blankets aren't warm enough wanna join me in this uncomfortable hospital bed" he smiled the kissed my forehead.

We laid in bed enjoy each other's presence. My head laid on his chest and it was like our hearts were beating in tempo.

Soon Scott's even breathes filled the room. His arm was possessively on my waist like he was afraid to lose me again.

To much was flowing through my mind. Why did Theo want to go as far as making me lose my mind? I managed to slip out of Scott's hold and left my hospital room.

The reception was empty, I pretended to look like I was looking for the bathroom when I noticed cops guarding one of the rooms. I guessed that's where Theo was being held. I looked at the time it getting close to midnight there was probably a shift and just on cue the police guard left.

I moved fast and entered the room. Theo wide awake and staring vacantly at the ceiling. He turned his head slowly to me and smiled.

I pulled a chair and sat down with a stoic expression on my face.

"My Jane came to visit sweet Theodore" he said in a child like voice.

"Cut the bull s**t Theo I need you to answer some questions now."

"Anything for my sweet Jane"

"Why did you make me believe that you killed Scott and the mannequin head?!" I whisper yelled.

His face turned to anger and he pulled at the handcuffs that started cut into his wrist. Tears fell from his face the ECG started to beat loudly.

"HOW COULD YOU LOVE MY TORMENTOR, I TRIED TO PROTECT YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL b***h, THE DEVIL IS IN THESE WALLS JANNY AND HIS COMING FOR YOU" he screamed like he was possessed he arched his back of the bed and stared kicking at the blankets.

The commotion caused the doctors to walk into the room and quickly I hid behind the curtain in the corner.

"The devil is coming for you pretty princess and your demons wont protect you, pray for forgiveness you slut shaming w***e"

I quietly slipped out of the room and made a run for the bathrooms. My heart was beating fast and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I wiped the cold sweat off my brow.

I splashed some water on my face, I heard someone walk in but I didn't pay any attention. When I lifted my head a figure in the mirror wearing dark clothing stood behind me. Before I could scream a wire was wrapped around my throat. The person pulled causing me to move back making them pull the wire tighter against my throat I could feel my windpipe was slightly being crushed.

I hit the attacker with the back of my head, which made them angrier. They threw me at the wall.

"JANE!?" I heard Scott calling out. The person threw me into a bathroom stall then ran for it.

Scott ran into the bathroom and found crouched on the floor trying to catch my breath.

"What happened?" He picked me up and the doctors also came rushing in.

"Get the cops, she has bruises on her neck I think there was an attempt on life someone check on Mr Dawson."

I was mortified at the sudden events I cried into Scott's hoodie as he held me close.