Door 4- chapter 4

The pain from my bleeding arm was horrendous, but that didn't matter. I was too focused on where he was going to take me. "What do you want?" I screamed to Mark. He didn't reply.

We pulled up to a house that badly needed attention. Shutters were missing, a porch swing hung by one chain scraping up against the wooden porch in need of paint. Mark parked his van up against the curb, quickly got out, and ran around to my side of the van and opened the door. "Let's go" he said. I refused to move. "Come out." Mark ordered. He grabbed my arm but i pulled away. He was getting impatient with me. He put his two hands on my arm and pulled me. I lost my balance and I fell out of the van. "Get up," he said flatly. I remembered his dagger and did what he ordered.

The inside of his house was just as bad as the outside. The living room was full of dark colors. The floors were crooked and there was a long, pitch black hallway leading to the kitchen. I wanted to run up the wooden stairs next to the kitchen but i thought i should cool down for a little bit."Sit" Mark shoved me onto a moss green sofa. I refuse to make eye contact with him so i turned my head and starred at a black table nearby the sofa. I reached for a pair of glasses on the table and examined them.

"These are my grandfathers glasses. Why do you have them?" I trembled.

"Those aren't your grandfathers."

"Yes they are! I remember he has his initials engraved in them and i see his initials right here." He didn't respond.

I slammed my fist on the side of the couch. "Why do you have them!" I yelled.

Mark walked out of the room to the kitchen. I was furious. I ran to the door and shook the handle. It was locked. I couldn't think so I ran up the wooden stairs into a pitch black room. I leaned my head up against the door and caught my breath. "Vanessa? Where are you!". I heard footsteps. I put all my weight on the door so he couldn't come in. The footsteps suddenly stopped. I bent down on my knees and cracked the door open to look out. Our eyes met. "Ahhh!" Mark pushed the door towards me and it hit my head. I was knocked out cold.

I woke up tied to a chair. I couldn't see a thing. "Mark, I know you're there." There was no reply. "Why do you have my grandfathers glasses?" I asked. I could feel him breathing on my neck. He ran his dagger up my arm till it got to my face. " I killed you're grandfather Vanessa."

To be Continued