Hide and Seek I- Knew It

"Hurry up we need to leave," James said in a haste and helped me to stand up. I can't believe this is actually happening. Is this all true?

"Wait, h-how—"

"We don't have time for this Aurelia, let's go." Grabbing my wrist, James cut what I'm about to say. He leads the way out of the house cautiously. I looked at my back to see Dr. Gonzalez and when our eyes met he raised an eyebrow.

I'm not sure but I think he has some issues with me around.

When we already got down to the first floor, it's disturbingly quiet. I can't put my finger on what's wrong because the house is usually quiet but I have a bad feeling about it.

We leave the house quietly without exchanging any words and when we got to the car that was parked two blocks away from the crazy doctor's house, I spoke, "That's it?"

I looked back and tried to squint my eyes in the direction of the house that serves as my prison for days. It's like I'm just dreaming this and I will wake up soon.

"Come on, Aurelia," James urge me to get in the car, and when I did, I sit in the back seat because Dr. Gonzalez had claimed the passenger seat. Without saying a word, James maneuvered the car and drove fast.

"How, how do you know I am not dead?" I asked, still in denial if this is true or not and James' gaze met mine through the rearview mirror. He stayed silent for a while before saying, "I checked the body."

Staring at James, I slowly nodded. That's right, maybe he noticed something on my 'dead' body. When I looked away I met Dr. Gonzalez's gaze again and I don't know why, I really think he didn't like my vibe.

I tried to smile but he didn't return it so I just looked outside the window. The car is so quiet and I don't like it but what else can I do? I think they don't like to talk at the moment.

In the dark, the trees are just blurry figures that we passed but I feel like the heavyweight in my chest has been lifted and I can breathe again because of newfound freedom. Even if I want to enjoy the cold breeze of the night, I think it will be good if I enjoy the silence for now.

But the silence didn't last long.

I heard static sounds and automatically I covered my ears, dropping my body down the seat.

"He's here," I mumbled to myself. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! I can't run away! I'm so dead!

"Aurelia, what? Who?" James asked and even I can't see his face I noticed the shock and concern in his voice. The static sound stopped.

"That's just the radio." Said by Dr. Gonzalez's voice that I just heard for the first time in a long time. Still trembling I looked up to see him looking at me with a surprisingly concerned look and I also notice James looking back and forth in the driveway to the rearview mirror.

"I think—" James didn't continue what he's saying and I lift myself to the back seat again. I heard him curse causing me to look at him.

"The breaks are not working, f*cking shit." He said and I can tell from his whisper-like voice that he is panicking. I felt cold all over, a hundred thoughts came to my mind but the realization that this is not just a coincidence screams at me.

I knew it.

"How— I already check this car twice—" Dr. Gonzalez said and the frustration in his voice can be heard that he can't continue what he's saying. Then James and he exchange a meaningful glance. "Did he... found out?" He whispered and the question is immediately forgotten when a truck came in view, driving at full speed.

"What the..." James tried to sway the car left and right just to avoid the up roaring truck but the truck seems to do the opposite. It also sways left and right just for us to collide. Whoever the driver of the truck is, I can tell that he's planning to die tonight.

And he wants companions.

"Damn," After a full minute of just swaying in the road the two vehicles finally collide, and even if I didn't hit my head somewhere it feels like it. I feel how the impact turns our car into a frisbee causing us on the inside to toss and turn in a frenzy.

I think I hit my head somewhere after a while that causes my vision to blur and have dark spots forming on it. I heard the grunts of the two men in front, but I can't see well and my stomach churns after minutes of spinning. I tried to lift my hand but I can't even a finger.

Damn, I feel like dying.

I don't know what point of my body hurts or if it's my whole body that's in pain. The exhaustion made my eyes tear up a bit and the frustration that I can't move made me breathe unevenly.

I'm not sure if I blacked out but when I open my eyes its dead silent and I saw a figure coming our way. I tried to call for help but only a whimper came out of my mouth. The moving figure checked the passenger seat and I'm confused as to why after the person saw Dr. Gonzalez in an unconscious state he immediately close the door.

And a chill run down my spine when I already saw the moving figure that I initially think a savior.

"S-simon," The man grinned widely even if the left part of his head is bleeding and his face full of scratches. Though it didn't make his face less attractive. If anything it does the opposite.

"It's nice that you can still remember me." He said in a deep husky voice I already get accustomed to. I don't know if I want to cry or just accept my fate. I already know I can't run away.

But why is he so obsessed with keeping me anyway.

Maybe he wants to kill me with his own hands?

Or he's not done yet with the torture?

"Let's get going," Lifting me like my weight is nothing, he didn't look back even once when he started to walk away from the car. I grabbed his shoulders tightly and it caught his attention.

"J-James..." I tried to point it out with a cracked voice and he just smirked. Adjusting my weight in his arms, he continues to walk to the truck that he intentionally banged with our car.

"He'll live." He said and snorted then looked down at me. "Or you want him to be your playmate?" He asked and I find a little energy to widen my eyes in shock and terror. "Just kidding, I don't like him around you really." Laughing he put me down on the passenger seat of the truck and even if the bumper is extremely smashed, he still drives it off.

The silence makes me sweat bullets. If it's the tension or my body in pain, I don't know. But I think I know the answer when I gave in and grunt in pain when I can't hold it in, that caught the crazy doctor's attention.

"What? Does it hurt?" He asked and I can't even roll my eyes at the stupid question because my ears started to ring and my visions switched in and out. I barely feel it when he stops the truck in the middle of the road.

I thought he will ask me or something but when I looked at him he's just staring at me like he's contemplating. I heard him murmured something but I don't know what it is that he said to himself. I want to raise a brow when he covered his ears seemingly irritated about noise even if it's dead silent.

What is his problem?

"Where does it hurt?" He finally asked after his crazy antics and because I can't even point it out nor talk I just whimper, now with tears in my eyes.

"Shh, it's okay. You'll be fine." He wiped my tears in the corner of my eyes and even if I'm shocked that he kissed it, I can't protest.

Not because I can't talk but because the kiss does make me feel better.

"You'll be okay. I'll heal it for you." His sweet voice that's full of concern and determination makes my heart ache for some reason and that's the last thing I remembered before everything went black.