The stranger in my home

“You shouldn’t have taken the gig. It was meant for Hannah.” Anger coated his words. She jerked against the ropes that held her. Terror clawed through her body. She had been tied securely to a chair after being drugged. “Did Hannah send you?” She asked weakly. The drugs were still in her system. They made her limbs feel sluggish, but did nothing to numb the pain and terror coursing through her body. “No! But you should have listened to my threat notes! I warned you for days not to take the gig.” She blinked and found him right in front of her. A tall muscular frame. His face was covered in a mask and she could only see his eyes. His eyes looked like that of a killer. “Was he going to kill her?” She wondered fearfully. His hand lifted and she tensed, expecting him to hit her and he did. Slapping her viciously across her face. She tasted blood before the pain hit her. Her eyes closed weakly and she prayed. “Lord please do not let me die without seeing my parents.” “I really wish you had listened and made things easier for me.” He said, his voice dropping to a low growl. “The fact that I have to kill California’s princess makes me angry.” If she had not being in such situation, she would have laughed at what he said. How can he be angry at the fact that he wanted to kill her? This couldn’t be happening to her. She and her assistant were supposed to go away this weekend courtesy of her role in the movie “Terry’s Bride.” She had just finished her last scene earlier that week. She was a top actress in California and with the amount of awards she had bagged, she can definitely say she was the people’s favorite. “What did Hannah pay you for you to do this?” She asked spitting out the blood in her mouth. “She didn’t need to pay me. I just decided you deserve to die for taking the role in that movie when it was clearly meant for my Hannah.” A crazy fan. Way to go Hannah. His hands dropped away from her legs and he pulled out a gun that had been holstered at his hip. “You deserve to die.” Her hands twisted against the ropes. Her wrists were bleeding badly. The flesh had cut quickly against the thick rope and it made her want to cry. Claire ignored the pain and kept trying to slip gree of the binds. “But the movie role was given to me, fair and square. How could I refuse a job I worked for because you think your favorite actress deserved it.” All those months, she had spent working on the script. The sleepless nights,the many caffeine she had drowned and the body work out to keep her in shape for the movie. How could he say she didn’t deserve the role. “Hannah needed that role more than you and you could have given it to her just like I asked in the notes I sent.” His words were cold now, and the emotion that had blazed in his voice and eyes just moments ago was stronger. He lifted the gun and aimed it at her. “Please! Don’t kill me!” The cry broke from kayla She couldn’t die like this not without reconciling with her parents. She needed to see them and ask for their forgiveness. “Please don’t do this, I will do anything you want! Don’t just kill me! Please. “It’s your fault.” His eyes darkened. “You should have heeded my warnings. It wouldn’t have gotten to this point. Hannah would have been alive and you would have been free.” Hannah was dead. How??? She latched on to what he said as she realized slowly why he was hell bent on killing her. “Hannah? Hannah Perrin is Dead?” Even though she was in shock she knew she had to keep him talking, then he wouldn’t be able to shoot her yet. He nodded and didn’t lower his gun. He also didn’t shoot her. “Yes! Hannah is dead and it was you who killed her.” “I didn’t kill her.” She snapped losing her cool. To hell with everything, why the hell was this psychopath accusing her of killing Hannah. She hated Hannah but not enough to kill her. “I know. But she committed suicide last night and it was all because of you. Her career was in shambles after the fight with you at the salon and she needed that role for a comeback and when you took the role and nailed it perfectly like you always do. She fell in to depression and killed her self. So yes, Hannah’s death was all your fault.” Kayla stared at the man standing in front of her and imagined if he had escaped from an asylum. Someone committed suicide and it was her fault. “I am going to kill you,’ he told her, “so you can join Hannah wherever she is.” Her wrists slipped finally free from the ropes and Kayla didn’t waste any more time, she leaped her weak body of the chair and slammed in to him with all her might. Who knew all her training for movie fights would come in handy one day. They collided and hit the floor the gun sliding from his fingers. She tried to lift her elbows and ran in to him but failed woefully. The drugs still had her muscles trembling and weak and her bleeding wrists gave her more pain than she could handle. He caught her hand easily and yanked her back down. He rolled them on the floor, locking her body beneath his. His dark killer eyes gleamed down at her. “Ohh! You are a fighter. Interesting!” He yanked her hands above her head and pinned them to the floor. “This makes everything more exciting. Most people I kill do not fight, they just sit there crying and begging for their lives.” Did he just say most people he killed?? Oh God!! This was more than she thought. This made her more eager to make it out alive. She instinctively slammed her forehead in to his nose. She heard the sound of her broken cartilage and somehow the sound gave her courage. “You know nothing about me.” He swore at the pain and his hold on her weakened, that was the opportunity Kayla had been waiting for, she wasn’t about to die in this psychotic man’s hand. She twisted beneath him, struggling desperately, her weak body pushed to it extreme as she finally escaped from him. She heaved across the floor and searched for the gun. “I am going to kill you b***h…” He muttered trying to drag her back. She kicked violently at her and quickly grabbed the gun. Her bloody fingers made holding the gun hard. Before she could spin towards him with her weapon, she felt the tip of something sharp pressed at her back. “Do you think, you would be able to escape me?” He asked her, seemingly curious. “…do you even know how to shoot a gun, not the fake one in your movies.” Her heart was about to burst out of her chest as he leaned closer, the tip of probably a knife pressed deeper in to her back. “You are not a killer Kayla and I am sure you would not be able to pull the trigger. Before he could get the words out of his mouth, Kayla spunned round, the knife slicing through her back, ignoring the pain she brought up the gun and aimed at him. “Cut!”