Remember Me

I focus on him to be sure it was really Brad.

“What the hell are you doing here shit sack?” I say calmly. Gesturing around us at the tall dark room. 

He chuckles darkly and moves forward towards me. “Adeline Stewart... For a girl who was very wary of her memories, you overlooked a very obvious point in our relationship...” he says. Reaching forward and lifting my chin to look at him. I jerk away from him and stumble backwards onto my backside.

“What does that mean? And do stop talking in riddles.” I say. Standing up and dusting off my shorts.

“So stupid aren't you? Is this all taking too much brain power for you to piece together?” he mocked. Taking a few more steps towards me and reaching for my chin again. I step back away from him.

“I'd think you would be trying a little harder if figuring this out meant saving your secondary mother figure.” he says. I glower at him.

“What do you mean?” I say through clenched teeth. My hands tightened into fists at my sides and ready to go.

“Oh come on Adeline! The woman who cared for you when you were nothing? Who made that stupid boy see the potential of a good fuck in you?” he smirks as we stand face to face. 

I say nothing though I have a pretty good idea who he is hinting at. I watch him as he smiles “You don't see it do you. I wanted you dead from the beginning because your dad short handed me on a deal. I sold him my pride and joy, my guitar for his crappy shop to come and find out he had purposefully underpaid me and 
had turned around and sold my Leslie for a way higher price!” he seethed “She was a beautiful Les Paul, painted the glossiest black and I had to sell her to make a living. I'd been kicked out of my apartment and my family wants nothing to do with me. And he took the last thing that brought me any joy. So eye for an eye, I thought I'd take his pride and joy. His daughter.” he grinned crookedly as he was imagining his masterminded plan for revenge. 

“What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in jail...” I say.

“Hey honey, who says your the only one who can escape places?” he laughed loudly.
“All it took was a little altering to my appearance and wa la! Everyone thought the convict had skipped town.” he was very proud of himself from his expression. But I could tell by the evil glint in his eye that he was coming to the end of his rant.

“So what do Ollie, Billie and have to do with anything?”

He becomes thoughtful for a second. Clucked his tongue and gave me his best Cheshire smile. “You see I didn't exactly count on finding you again. I'd been hanging out at Rod's Hickory Pit on a Friday that Ollie happened to be working and we hit it off. She asked if I'd like to come in on Monday too and I agreed. She invited me for dinner and gave me the chance to meet her family. When I saw you were apart of their family, I begin to think I had tried to kill the wrong girl. But... Alas it was you. I couldn't be sure because of how quiet you were. But when you attacked me over that mutt, I knew we stood eye to eye on the same plane field.” he says. Casually pacing around me in a little ring. I keep my eyes on him at all times.

“So then why do you have to treat Billie like shit?” I ask.

He rolled his eyes “He is so fucking protective. The stupid douche can't let things go, doesn't know how to move on. He is so clingy and is not polite to me in the least. Not even out of respect for his mother...” he says thoughtfully before beginning again. 

“I couldn't stand him the moment I first saw him. He gave me a brief glare before shaking my hand firmly and I could tell already that our relationship was all downhill from there. And! I almost forgot.”

He grins at me once more before pulling a little prescription bottle from his pocket and waving it in my face.

“Didn't any of you wonder why Ollie was, I don't know,  quiet, unhappy, tired, unbelieving?...” he suggests the side effects and I suspect he has done something to her.

“These little... Miracle pills are quite perfect for the occasion actually. Just a handful of these pills for you and you'll be under my control. You can remember places, names, people but you get ticked off easily. Making for an easier target you'll drive away everyone you love...”

He offers me a sad smile before cracking the lid and pouring a handful of pills into his hand.

He is insane. He has been overdosing Ollie on these fucking pills and taken her over. Which is why he has been with her constantly so when the effects wear off, he'll be there to slip her another dose. He walked forward proudly and held out his palm full of pills.

“You are really fucking stupid if you think I'm taking your shit pills willingly.” I snap.

He shrugged nonchalantly and turns away looking up at the ceiling before spinning around and shoving me backwards into the wall. He yanks my wrist together and pins them above my head to the wall. He grinned evilly and tries to shove the pills into my mouth. I thrash against him and break one hand free and smack the handful of pills and the sprayed across the room. Be looks after them then growls dangerously.

“If you cannot play along to plan, at least let me kill you.” he says before smacking me with enough force to take me down to the floor, I gasp and struggle for breath as he straddles me to the floor and pulls a gun from his jacket and presses it to my forehead. I close my eyes and hold my breath. Everything freezes and I wait for the blow that will take my life. Nothing happens for that long moment and I slowly open my eyes and Brad isn't even focusing on me anymore. He looks over to the center of the room where the chair had been. I look up too and see Ollie tied up. Thrashing against the ropes and yelling cuss words at Brad against the fabric in her mouth.

While Brad's mind is somewhere else, I grab the gun and rip it from his hand and throw it across the room. His eyes flash of anger and his hands go to my neck. Pressing in on it and I fight against him. Against the tunnel vision that I have experienced too much of in the last three days. If I was really tired of that shit, I'd just let the tunnel overcome me and cover me in utter darkness. But as my visions gets smaller and smaller. Frayed around the edges, I kick him off of me and roll over for a gust of air. I gasp and a headache unleashes inside of my head. I growl and fight against  it to get my vision back. 

I am grabbed roughly by my right arm and pulled to my feet though I fall over almost instantly. He solar me into the wall harshly and it reminds me of what I'd done to him over Checkers. Though this hurts a lot, I don't regret doing it. I embrace the pain until he decides on a new torture. I feel sick at the sight of the handgun he had managed to retrieve while I was down, but he holsters it and favors for a dull, jagged bladed hunting knife that would probably be used for the gutting of a deer. I close my eyes and try to slow down the wave of nausea. He drags the rough blade along my jaw while I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. 

Oh God... He is going to kill me... I think.

The knife drags along over my wrist and neck while he decides what would be the best and quickest target to my demise. I hope he decides quickly because I am out of energy. And he does. Pain sears through my left side and my eyes flash open. The knife is wedged in my ribs and he gets angry suddenly. Yanking the knife out and throwing it aside, he punches the the cut on my ribs. I cry out in agony when I hear a snap and I want to crumple onto the ground and disappear. I shove against him in weak attempts. My eyes flash over when the door opens and Billie, Mike, Tré and Larry all run in. Checkers barking at Brad he jumps on him and takes him to the ground. Nipping at his face Brad gets pissed off quick and shoves Checkers off with a yelp a d without hesitation, points the gun at him and says “I've had enough of you.”

And the bang echoes I my ears. Rings I my heart and tears spring to my eyes.

“Oh God!” I sob. Dropping down beside my whining in pain dog. I begin to cry and gently pull Checkers I to my chest and cry into his fur. All soft and warm I hold him until his whimpers fade away and I k ow he is gone.

“Oh fuck no! Checkers...” I sob while squeezing him. Why dud he have to die? No I thought he'd be around forever. I love him, I've cared for him, brought him in from the rain, gave him a bath, hugged him, kissed him and called him for my very own. I feel so empty without him. The bang still echoes in the air and I don't lift my head from where I am buried in his beck because I don't want to see the blood. I don't want to see the dead look in his face. I want to believe he is ok and he will leave here with the rest or us.

“Please be ok... Please... Please.” I beg. But my wrists are grabbed and I am ripped away from my dog by Brad.

“You fucking motherfucking dip shit fuck wad! You killed my dog! You stupid bitch I'm gonna kill you!” I screech and spin out of his grasp and lung for his neck. It would be more fair if he died the same way Checkers had. By a gunshot. But I want his death to be slow and painful and not instant. I begin to cry too much and my vision is blurry so I don't even notice the fist crash across my face knocking me out.

All I can think about it that he is gone. Oh God I should have left him at home, I should have called him off or done something. Shit, it's all my fault he is dead. My baby dead... No it can't be. He is sleeping right? Someone say right?...I focus on him to be sure it was really Brad.

“What the hell are you doing here shit sack?” I say calmly. Gesturing around us at the tall dark room. 

He chuckles darkly and moves forward towards me. “Adeline Stewart... For a girl who was very wary of her memories, you overlooked a very obvious point in our relationship...” he says. Reaching forward and lifting my chin to look at him. I jerk away from him and stumble backwards onto my backside.

“What does that mean? And do stop talking in riddles.” I say. Standing up and dusting off my shorts.

“So stupid aren't you? Is this all taking too much brain power for you to piece together?” he mocked. Taking a few more steps towards me and reaching for my chin again. I step back away from him.

“I'd think you would be trying a little harder if figuring this out meant saving your secondary mother figure.” he says. I glower at him.

“What do you mean?” I say through clenched teeth. My hands tightened into fists at my sides and ready to go.

“Oh come on Adeline! The woman who cared for you when you were nothing? Who made that stupid boy see the potential of a good fuck in you?” he smirks as we stand face to face. 

I say nothing though I have a pretty good idea who he is hinting at. I watch him as he smiles “You don't see it do you. I wanted you dead from the beginning because your dad short handed me on a deal. I sold him my pride and joy, my guitar for his crappy shop to come and find out he had purposefully underpaid me and 
had turned around and sold my Leslie for a way higher price!” he seethed “She was a beautiful Les Paul, painted the glossiest black and I had to sell her to make a living. I'd been kicked out of my apartment and my family wants nothing to do with me. And he took the last thing that brought me any joy. So eye for an eye, I thought I'd take his pride and joy. His daughter.” he grinned crookedly as he was imagining his masterminded plan for revenge. 

“What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in jail...” I say.

“Hey honey, who says your the only one who can escape places?” he laughed loudly.
“All it took was a little altering to my appearance and wa la! Everyone thought the convict had skipped town.” he was very proud of himself from his expression. But I could tell by the evil glint in his eye that he was coming to the end of his rant.

“So what do Ollie, Billie and have to do with anything?”

He becomes thoughtful for a second. Clucked his tongue and gave me his best Cheshire smile. “You see I didn't exactly count on finding you again. I'd been hanging out at Rod's Hickory Pit on a Friday that Ollie happened to be working and we hit it off. She asked if I'd like to come in on Monday too and I agreed. She invited me for dinner and gave me the chance to meet her family. When I saw you were apart of their family, I begin to think I had tried to kill the wrong girl. But... Alas it was you. I couldn't be sure because of how quiet you were. But when you attacked me over that mutt, I knew we stood eye to eye on the same plane field.” he says. Casually pacing around me in a little ring. I keep my eyes on him at all times.

“So then why do you have to treat Billie like shit?” I ask.

He rolled his eyes “He is so fucking protective. The stupid douche can't let things go, doesn't know how to move on. He is so clingy and is not polite to me in the least. Not even out of respect for his mother...” he says thoughtfully before beginning again. 

“I couldn't stand him the moment I first saw him. He gave me a brief glare before shaking my hand firmly and I could tell already that our relationship was all downhill from there. And! I almost forgot.”

He grins at me once more before pulling a little prescription bottle from his pocket and waving it in my face.

“Didn't any of you wonder why Ollie was, I don't know,  quiet, unhappy, tired, unbelieving?...” he suggests the side effects and I suspect he has done something to her.

“These little... Miracle pills are quite perfect for the occasion actually. Just a handful of these pills for you and you'll be under my control. You can remember places, names, people but you get ticked off easily. Making for an easier target you'll drive away everyone you love...”

He offers me a sad smile before cracking the lid and pouring a handful of pills into his hand.

He is insane. He has been overdosing Ollie on these fucking pills and taken her over. Which is why he has been with her constantly so when the effects wear off, he'll be there to slip her another dose. He walked forward proudly and held out his palm full of pills.

“You are really fucking stupid if you think I'm taking your shit pills willingly.” I snap.

He shrugged nonchalantly and turns away looking up at the ceiling before spinning around and shoving me backwards into the wall. He yanks my wrist together and pins them above my head to the wall. He grinned evilly and tries to shove the pills into my mouth. I thrash against him and break one hand free and smack the handful of pills and the sprayed across the room. Be looks after them then growls dangerously.

“If you cannot play along to plan, at least let me kill you.” he says before smacking me with enough force to take me down to the floor, I gasp and struggle for breath as he straddles me to the floor and pulls a gun from his jacket and presses it to my forehead. I close my eyes and hold my breath. Everything freezes and I wait for the blow that will take my life. Nothing happens for that long moment and I slowly open my eyes and Brad isn't even focusing on me anymore. He looks over to the center of the room where the chair had been. I look up too and see Ollie tied up. Thrashing against the ropes and yelling cuss words at Brad against the fabric in her mouth.

While Brad's mind is somewhere else, I grab the gun and rip it from his hand and throw it across the room. His eyes flash of anger and his hands go to my neck. Pressing in on it and I fight against him. Against the tunnel vision that I have experienced too much of in the last three days. If I was really tired of that shit, I'd just let the tunnel overcome me and cover me in utter darkness. But as my visions gets smaller and smaller. Frayed around the edges, I kick him off of me and roll over for a gust of air. I gasp and a headache unleashes inside of my head. I growl and fight against  it to get my vision back. 

I am grabbed roughly by my right arm and pulled to my feet though I fall over almost instantly. He solar me into the wall harshly and it reminds me of what I'd done to him over Checkers. Though this hurts a lot, I don't regret doing it. I embrace the pain until he decides on a new torture. I feel sick at the sight of the handgun he had managed to retrieve while I was down, but he holsters it and favors for a dull, jagged bladed hunting knife that would probably be used for the gutting of a deer. I close my eyes and try to slow down the wave of nausea. He drags the rough blade along my jaw while I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. 

Oh God... He is going to kill me... I think.

The knife drags along over my wrist and neck while he decides what would be the best and quickest target to my demise. I hope he decides quickly because I am out of energy. And he does. Pain sears through my left side and my eyes flash open. The knife is wedged in my ribs and he gets angry suddenly. Yanking the knife out and throwing it aside, he punches the the cut on my ribs. I cry out in agony when I hear a snap and I want to crumple onto the ground and disappear. I shove against him in weak attempts. My eyes flash over when the door opens and Billie, Mike, Tré and Larry all run in. Checkers barking at Brad he jumps on him and takes him to the ground. Nipping at his face Brad gets pissed off quick and shoves Checkers off with a yelp a d without hesitation, points the gun at him and says “I've had enough of you.”

And the bang echoes I my ears. Rings I my heart and tears spring to my eyes.

“Oh God!” I sob. Dropping down beside my whining in pain dog. I begin to cry and gently pull Checkers I to my chest and cry into his fur. All soft and warm I hold him until his whimpers fade away and I k ow he is gone.

“Oh fuck no! Checkers...” I sob while squeezing him. Why dud he have to die? No I thought he'd be around forever. I love him, I've cared for him, brought him in from the rain, gave him a bath, hugged him, kissed him and called him for my very own. I feel so empty without him. The bang still echoes in the air and I don't lift my head from where I am buried in his beck because I don't want to see the blood. I don't want to see the dead look in his face. I want to believe he is ok and he will leave here with the rest or us.

“Please be ok... Please... Please.” I beg. But my wrists are grabbed and I am ripped away from my dog by Brad.

“You fucking motherfucking dip shit fuck wad! You killed my dog! You stupid bitch I'm gonna kill you!” I screech and spin out of his grasp and lung for his neck. It would be more fair if he died the same way Checkers had. By a gunshot. But I want his death to be slow and painful and not instant. I begin to cry too much and my vision is blurry so I don't even notice the fist crash across my face knocking me out.

All I can think about it that he is gone. Oh God I should have left him at home, I should have called him off or done something. Shit, it's all my fault he is dead. My baby dead... No it can't be. He is sleeping right? Someone say right?...