Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 16

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 16

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Sophia:
I woke up with a pounding in my head, causing
me to m0an painfully. Sitting up, I looked
around my room. Kodiak and Naomi were lying
at my feet, still awake, and the room was quiet.
Ricky was nowhere in sight, so I sighed,
relieved.
Naomi and Kodiak looked up as I got up from
the bed, then walked towards the door. When
one of them whined, I motioned for them to
stay, and then turned back towards the door. As
I reached for the handle, I remembered last
night. How many times had he come to check
on me during the night? What did he do to me
even if he was in the room?
I shook my head and turned the knob.
Surprisingly, it was unlocked. Had he forgotten
to lock it after he checked on me? Or did he
leave it unlocked on purpose? I pulled the door
open as quietly as I could, inch by inch, until it
was wide enough for me to just fit my body
through it. Stepping out into the hallway, I felt
a sudden chill run down my spine.
Quietly, I tiptoed down the carpeted stairs that
led into the living room. When I was at the
bottom step, I peered around the corner. No one
was in the living room, to my surprise. I walked
across the living room towards the kitchen,
growing more anxious by the second. I stepped
onto the cold tile and looked into the kitchen,
but saw no one. Where was he? Part of me was
relieved not to see him, but I couldn’t shake the
feeling that something didn’t feel right at all.
My stomach growled, and I groaned. Now was
not a time to be hungry. I ignored my stomach
and walked towards my front door. Quickly, but
carefully, I unlocked all of the locked and turned
the knob. I opened the door, narrowing my eyes
at the bright sunlight shining through the door.
The hot concrete burned the bottom of my feet
as I stepped out of the door. Ignoring it, I
closed the door behind me and ran towards the
stairs as fast as I could. I flew down the stairs
and out into the court yard.
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” a
voice said as I was pulled back by the collar of
my shirt. I gasped as I hit the hot ground hard.
Looking up, I saw Ricky holding a paper bag in
one arm. He was smiling, almost friendly, but
the look in his eyes was deadly, as if telling me
not to make a scene. I looked up at him,
clenching my teeth in frustration. He motioned
for me to get up, and I did. He grasped my arm
and pulled me towards the stairs. I resisted,
pulling back.



“Are you sure you want to do that?” he
whispered harshly at me. I felt a sharp point at
my side, where my wound was. I looked down
to see he had a knife at my side. He pressed it
against my side, causing me to inhale sharply.
Giving in, I finally let him pull me towards the
stairs. He led me up them and to the door.
Motioning for me to open it, he shifted the
paper bag to his other arm, letting me go. I
turned the knob and pushed the door open. He
pushed me inside, making me stumble on the
way in. I caught myself on the wall and stood
up straight. He closed and locked the door
behind him, then walked past me into the
kitchen.
“I guess this teaches me not to be gone that
long,” he said. I heard him open the refrigerator,
then paper tearing open. I looked into the
kitchen and widened my eyes. He was putting
groceries into my refrigerator. I crossed my
arms, angry.
“Look, you don’t own the d--n place. This is
my apartment,” I said, leaning against the wall.
I didn’t know what it was, but I felt braver
talking to him then I did the previous times. I
knew he would never mean to hurt me unless
he had to, despite when he stabbed me. No
matter how much I hated him, he still seemed
to believe I loved him.


He chuckled, continuing to put food away- in
the correct places. It didn’t surprise me. He
practically knew everything else about my life;
why couldn’t he know where I put what foods?
“No, it’s our apartment. For now, at least.”
“Excuse me? There’s no ‘our’,” I said, putting air
quotes around the word ‘ our’ .
He sighed, but continued to put the food away.
“Well, soon we won’t be living here anymore.
The cabin is already set up in Colorado. We’re
leaving on Tuesday.”
“What day is it today?”
“Sunday.”

“Well, I’m not going,” I said firmly.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not,” I said bluntly. Before I could stop
myself, I said, “Why can’t you just get it through
your head that I don’t love you?”
He stopped and slowly turned towards me.
“Because I know you don’t mean it.”
The look in his eye was deadly again, causing
me to step backward. “Why are you doing this
to me?”
“Because I-”
“No, you don’t!” I screamed, interrupting him.
He clenched his fist at his side and spoke
through his teeth. “We’ve had this conversation
more than enough. I suggest you go to your
room.”
“Why’d you chose me?”
“What?” he said. For the first time, I think I
startled him with what I had said. Nothing else
seemed to through him off guard, but he looked
actually confused this time.

“Why did you chose me?” I repeated, forcing
myself to keep eye contact with him.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Why do you claim you love me? When I didn’t
even know who you were when you showed up
at my house that night.”
Something flickered in his blue eyes, but
instantly left. He seemed as if he was
remembered the past, watching memories. I
watched him shake his head, breaking eye
contact with me. He smiled and laughed
through his nose. “I guess you can say love at
first sight.”
“But you killed all of those other girls,” I said,
forcing myself to keep my voice level. The need
to know why was growing, making me
desperate.

“What other girls? There is only you, Sophie.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked. “What other
girls? Do you not remember Kimberly Wilson?” I
asked. His face paled, making him look like he’s
just seen a ghost. “She was my classmate. And
you killed her.”
I never knew the whole story about what had
really happened to Kim, but Darius told me
enough. He confirmed that it was Ricky who
killed all of those other girls. The DNA tests
matched all of them. He’d killed all of them,
including a few guys. I remembered the
assembly we had, over a year ago, about what
had happened, and I knew I would never forget
it.
He spoke through his teeth again, clenching
them together with force. “Never say her name
again. She didn’t love me, so I had no choice.”
“But I don’t love you, and you haven’t killed me,”
I said, taking the risk. What I said didn’t come
out the way I wanted to, but I knew he’d grasp
the concept of what I was trying to ask.
He turned away, breaking eye contact again.
“You’re different.”
“How?”
“Because I know you’re the one.”
I sighed, knowing I would never get a real
reason. “Fine, don’t tell me why you’ve decided
to ruin my life. Thanks for nothing,” I said.
Before turning away from him, he looked back
at me. I caught a glimpse of guilt and sadness
in his eyes. I ignored it and walked back up to
my room. I slammed my door, causing Naomi
and Kodiak to pick their heads up in surprise.
Crashing down onto my bed, I ignored the
painful throbbing in my side. I grabbed a pillow
and cried into it. I wasn’t sad, I was angry.
Angry at Ricky, angry at myself. I heard a soft
knock at my door, then the tiny squeak as it
opened.