The Snap happened just after Jake had thrown me hard into the back wall of my secret room and slammed the door shut on me. I had accidentally spilled my orange juice all over the floor, and that had riled him up pretty good. “If I see a light on in there,” his drunken voice boomed from the other side of the door, “I’m gonna come in there and hurt ya real bad. Ya hear me?” He slammed the second wall door shut, and I heard him schlep down the hallway, probably towards the refrigerator to grab himself another Budweiser. He had been drunk a lot recently. I assumed it had been from all the stress he had endured these past few days. The police had come by this last week because the neighbors complained hearing screams from his house. That had been me, trying to escape after he had invited me to sit with him for dinner. As soon as I saw the opportunity, I grabbed one of the cups and threw it as hard as I possibly could towards Jake’s face. It missed, and the glass shattered against the wall behind him. His initial shock gave me enough time to head towards the living room which led to the front door. But Jake was quick, and slapped the chloroform across my mouth just before I could belch out a fourth bloodcurdling cry for help. I don’t think the police had been back since. And if they did do a search of the house, I wouldn’t have known. The room Jake kept me in was a small one in the basement. It was a secret room. In front of my locked wooden door was a soundproof sort of wall blocking me in. I called it the wall door. Only Jake knew where the secret lock was and how to access it, and I had been studying the wall every time I walked out to see how he locked it and opened it. So, if I had been screaming in my room the day the police did a search, my cries would not be heard. The soundproof wall would seem to laugh at me as Jake tried to make small talk with the officers while in the basement. I remember, when the Snap happened, going back in memory to when I had first encountered Jake. I had been twelve years old, I remember, and walking home from school a little late. I had volunteered to help my favorite teacher, Mrs. Henry, tidy up her room and get it ready for the teachers Christmas party they would be having that year in her classroom. As I strolled home, kicking rocks in my wake, a white van pulled up beside me and drove along slowly with my steps. The driver asked me if I had seen an orange, fat cat running along this street. My mother had told me never to talk to strangers, so I said no and hustled along faster. I remember that, before blacking out on that sidewalk, I felt a shock in my back that seemed to paralyze my entire body. At first it was like a pinprick or bee sting that went straight through my clothes, but then the sting coursed throughout my entire system. I awoke in the small soundproof room with Jake standing over me. “I’m Jake.” I remember him introducing himself as clear as day. He pushed his fingers through his short, brown hair and then proceeded to stroke his lumberjack beard. He had a slight grin on his face and his eyes had an evil gleam to them. “You’re going to be staying here for a little while, helping me around the house with my work stuff and cooking meals and whatnot. Now let me remind you that I’m your Dad now. You’re a good looking young man, and I don’t want to bloody up that pretty mug of yours.” He leaned into my face. His breath smelled of cigarettes and beer and my lips quivered. “Do not scream or run for help, and I will not harm you. Do as I say, and I will not harm you. Do not resist and I will not harm you. Do you understand?” At first, I said nothing, tears streaming down my face. That’s when Jake grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he screeched, spit flying from his yellowed, un-brushed teeth. I screamed yes! back, sobbing and wailing, snot dripping from my nose and seeping into my mouth. Jake dropped me and left the room, locking both entryways behind him. He didn’t ask me what my name was, or if I was scared. He would find out both later on. My daydream ended and the Snap in my brain told me that it was finally time to hurt Jake… bad. Worse than when I had thrown the cup at him nights before. Because, when I tried to escape that night, I made sure that it wouldn’t all be for nothing. After throwing the glass towards his direction, I grabbed one of the steak knives from the dinner table and stuck it in my pocket. It had managed to make a few scratches on my leg, but the pain was taken away by the chloroform. Jake never found the weapon, and I had the knife hidden under my mattress. The day after would be his inspection day, and that’s when I would have to make my move.
I remember the sleepless night I had, hiding the weapon underneath my long sleeved shirt, waiting for the sound of my door unlocking.
I didn’t have a plan. There were no hiding places in my room, and Jake was almost two feet taller than I was. I almost decided not to go with the plan, worried that if I failed, something worse than death would await me. But would you rather wait here your whole life? The Snap in my head asked me, and I agreed with it, crouching down and waiting. The time finally arrived when Jake unlocked the door and yelled “INSPECTION!” I backed up against the wall, like I always did, and let him tear apart my bed. I had thought that that would be a good time to do it. His back was turned, and I could drive the knife into his back, like he had with the bee sting. It would also be the perfect revenge. But as I started towards him, Jake turned, done with his inspection of the bed, and ready for an inspection of me.
“Alright,” he said, calmly and a little too happily. “Take off your clothes.”
I gulped. I had done this before, and he hadn’t done anything bad to me, but I felt as if he enjoyed looking at me a little too much when my clothes were off.
“Come on, you know the rules.” He leered. “Do as I say and I will not harm you, alright?”
I stayed perfectly still and looked into his perverted, demonic eyes. It was the only no I could give, and the Snap in my brain had given me the strength to stand up to him.
“Fine.” He growled. “I’ll do it myself.”
He lunged towards me, licking his lips and twiddling his fingers. That’s when I took action. As soon as he got close enough, I wielded the knife and struck him. Jake howled and grasped his eye, blood seeping from his face and all over the floor. He staggered back into the wall. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE?” he yelled, taking the hand away from his face. The knife stuck out of his socket and I could see that his eye was no more. Looking around the dimly lit room, I finally set my own eyes on the key, shimmering like the gold a pirate had been looking for. Jake met my gaze, and I ran for the keys. “NO!” he creamed and fell to the floor, using his arms to drag himself towards me. I snatched them up and headed to the door, shutting it behind me and locking it. I knew that that wouldn’t be enough to hold him, and I scrambled to lock the secret wall. There were at least a dozen keys on the chain, some unrecognizable to me. “YOU CANT LEAVE ME!” I heard Jake screech, banging at the wooden door. I could see the shards flying out and I knew I needed to hurry. Shuffling through the keys, I tried each one individually. I had recognized the hole Jake had put the keys in and tried them, one after the other. None of them seemed to work! The banging grew louder, and so did Jakes voice. But the wails no longer sounded human, but more like a demon from hell trying to unleash itself upon the earth. Finally, after the eighth key, I found a match. That’s when I heard the wooden door give in. I frantically pulled myself together and pushed the wall shut, just in time to hear Jakes final plea for mercy as I closed the wall door and locked it shut. I didn’t wait to admire my good work. I just wanted out. I sprinted towards the front door and unlatched the locks, fingers shaking so badly that I was barely able to open the door at all. I remember going outside and seeing that Jake had been located in a cul-de-sac. After all the time I spent in the secret room, not one neighbor had been suspicious enough to enter the house and see if anyone else was there. I brushed away this thought and went to the first house I could find for help, and freedom.
I showed the police where the room was. An entire S.W.A.T Team had been ordered to go into the basement to investigate. While this was happening, I was returned to my parents, It had been a little over a year since I had been taken by Jake and kept and worked like a slave.
My parents wept and cried tears of joy, hugging me until I could hardly breath! I had missed of them so much. When I was well enough, Captain Stacey, the officer who interviewed me when I was first turned in to the police, asked to see me and my parents alone to talk about the S.W.A.T raid on the secret room. Captain Stacey had informed us that the wall door was indeed locked. But when officers went in to the room, they could find no sign of the man I called Jake. They did, however, find the knife, and someone else’s blood that was not my own. But when running a test on the blood sample, they could not find a match. The man I had called “Jake” for so long simply did not exist on their records. When the police asked neighbors about the strange man called “Jake,” they all looked confused, and gave a different name to the quiet man who lifted at the end of the street. Now I sit here, ten years later, recalling these events because I have been terrified for so long. I know he’s out there. Waiting. Whether his name be Jake or Billy or Ted or Satan. He’s waiting for me, looking at me with his one eye, wanting to keep me this time… forever.
Submitted July 14, 2016 at 05:44AM by ThomThompson http://ift.tt/29Z68H8 nosleep
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