General Fiction posted February 11, 2020 Chapters: 3 4 -5- 6 

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Courtney and Bill have their first real conversation

A chapter in the book Murderous Intentions

Face to Face

by Alyssa Weisbrod

Courtney is still trying to find answers where there are none to be found.
His eyes were staring through her and into her at the same time. Bill had been sitting in the room with Courtney for almost ten minutes now, not saying anything at all, just staring at her. He had pulled a chair into the room, some sort of intimidation tactic so that he could be physically higher than her, looking down on her. She had no idea what she was supposed to say to him and his presence was starting to make her a little uncomfortable.

That was his intention, though. As though he didn't already have the upper hand, he was trying to make sure Courtney knew that he was in charge, that he made all of the decisions regarding what was going to happen to her.

At this point, even if he was going to kill her, she just wanted him to get it over with. Follow through on his plans because the anticipation, this sitting around waiting, was the worst. She didn't know how much longer she could do it for. She didn't even know how long she had already been in this room.

"How long have I been here?" Courtney decided to just ask. What's the worst that Bill could do, not answer her? Her voice was hoarse, both from screaming to be let out and also from not drinking any water since she'd been in the room.

He didn't answer her for a minute as he just continued to stare. Then he pushed himself up from the chair that he was sitting backward on with his elbows. "What am I going to do with you, Courtney?" He was beginning to pace the length of the opposite wall, now. "You don't seem to be understanding."

"Understanding what? This whole situation makes absolutely no sense. You make absolutely no sense." There was desperation that she had never before heard in her own voice. She still couldn't believe that this was happening to her and, at that moment, the only thing she wanted was answers.

"This is all for the best. I promise. You don't understand now but it will all make sense in the end. Everything will work out. It will all play out exactly how it's supposed to, exactly like the plan."

"But what is the plan? Why are you doing this to me? Can you at least tell me something because I cannot keep sitting here without knowing what's going to happen to me? Whatever you're going to do to me, just do it. Please. Just get it over with." It didn't seem possible for her to get even more desperate for answers but her voice told a different story.

"I can't tell you about the plan. Not yet. You will know eventually, when the time is right. I am only doing these things for your benefit. This isn't for me. I don't want to kill you. I don't want to hurt you at all."

"Then can you just let me out of here? I won't tell anyone anything, I promise. No one ever has to know about this. We can both just pretend that none of this ever happened."

There was an almost sad look in Bill's eyes just then. His eyes held this emotion that every action up until this point had failed to mirror. It made Courtney even more confused than she already was. "I can't do that. That's not a part of the plan. It would ruin everything. And, you see, I don't want to do anything to hurt you, but I will if I have to. Don't do anything to test me. Do not try to escape because you will not make it out of here with your life. That is one thing I can promise you." And just like that, Bill's eyes were again void of all emotion, almost in the same breath, back to being filled with this abyss of nothing that could strike fear in a person with just one glance. No words, just a look, and people would quake at the thought of how much damage this one man was capable of.

Courtney didn't know how she hadn't seen it earlier. He had this ability to make you believe he was a nice guy. Charming. It was uncanny and made every part of her being uneasy. She didn't understand how a person could make others believe they were something so completely different from their true personality.

Bill kept going on and on about this plan that Courtney knew nothing about and he was starting to sound crazy. Not that he was ever sane before but now it was a whole new level of insanity that Courtney didn't even want to know anything about.

It was as if Courtney's desire to know more about the current predicament she was in flipped some sort of switch in Bill, something that seemed to happen a lot with him. He had so many different personalities that Courtney couldn't even keep track of them all anymore. It reminded her a little of her father and it made her uncomfortable.

At this point, Bill was done talking. He simply began walking towards the door, once again to leave her alone in this dungeonously small enclosure. When he was almost out of the room, he seemed to remember the chair he had brought in with him. He went back for it and, with one hand on the chair and eyes on Courtney, said, "Three. You've been here for three days." And with that, he dragged the chair out of the room behind him with one hand, the reverberations lingering in Courtney's body for a good ten seconds after the door shut behind him.

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