Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 32

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 32

He stepped closer to me and held the knife
at his side. He stared at me, then started
closing the distance. I ran around the couch,
trying to get away from him. He watched
me run down the hall, following slowly
behind me. I turned into one of the first
rooms I saw, opening the door and shutting
it behind me. I locked the door and turned
around. The room was full of boxes, stacked
up to the ceiling. I jumped when I heard the
knob shake, then the sound of the knife
piercing the wood. He was stabbing the
door.

I began looking through the boxes, pulling
them down and searching for a weapon.
Most of them were full of clothes, all
different sizes. And all for girls. I ignored it
and kept searching. I eventually got to a box
that was heavier than all of the others; it
was in the corner of the room, away from
all of the others. I opened it and gazed
inside, gasping.

There was a photo album labeled Sophie. I
carefully picked it up and opened it. Inside
were pictures of me, taken without my
knowing. Some were of me and my friends,
and others were just of me. There was one
that caught my eye immediately, shocking
me. It was a picture of me outside of the
movie theater, laughing with my old friends.
I jumped when I heard some of the wood
split. I was running out of time. I closed the
photo album and gazed back into the box.
There was small knife at the bottom of the
box, covered in dry blood. Other stuff was in
the box, like my old hair brush, and one of
my old bottles of lip gloss. A shiver went
down my spine. He collected my stuff. And
he kept the knife he had used to stab
Naomi and Darius with. And tried to kill me
with. I didn’t want to pick it up, but I knew I
had no choice.
I picked it up and spun around just as Ricky
broke through the door. He walked in the
room, knife by his side, eyes cold and
emotionless. I pointed the old knife at him,
and he froze, surprise flickering in his eyes.
But it only lasted for a moment. He
continued crossing the room slowly, and I
held the knife higher.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ricky. Don’t come
any closer,” I said. My hands were
trembling, making it hard for me to hold
onto the knife. He stopped a few feet away
from me, then held up his free hand,
slapping the knife out of my hands. The
knife flew across the room, behind some
boxes. I quickly dove for it, but Ricky
tackled me and pinned me to the floor. I
struggled, but knew it was no use. He was
too heavy. He twisted me around so I was
facing him. I stared up into his eyes, but
never cried. He placed the knife to my neck,
but hesitated.
“Don’t do this,” I begged. He stared down at
me, guilt showing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sophie. I love you, but you will
never understand. You don’t love me,” he
said. A tear escaped his eye and fell onto
my cheek. I took my chance and brought my
knee up in between his legs. He grunted and
fell sideways, losing his grip on the knife. I
grabbed it before he could and backed away
from him, holding it up in defense. He
recovered quickly and came at me, his eyes
crazed and full of longing.
“Ricky don’t, please!” I cried. But he came at
me, giving me no choice. I moved forward,
plunging the knife into his chest. He didn’t
give up though.
“No, we will die together!” he choked out,
grabbing my neck and squeezing.
“No, we won’t!” I winced, pulling the knife
out and stabbing him again. He kept his
hold on my neck, so I stabbed him again. He
spit blood out of his mouth, making the
warm liquid spray all over my face. I
stabbed him again, and again, and again,
until his grip on my loosened. He fell
backwards and onto the wooden ground. But
I didn’t stop stabbing him. I pulled the knife
out and plunged it back into him over and
over again, not paying attention to what
was going on around me. I finally stopped
when I heard him whisper my name,
freezing as I was about to stab him again. I
looked at his face, and he looked back.
Blood was trickling out of his mouth and his
eyes glistened with tears.

“I will always love you, my beautiful Sophie,”

he whispered faintly. I widened my eyes as
he brought his hand up to meet my cheek,
but he never made it even halfway. His
hand dropped to the ground, splashing into
the dark-red pool of blood surrounding his
body. I didn’t even notice I was crying until
the tears fell onto him. I watched as his
chest finally stopped rising and falling, and
he closed his eyes with a faint sigh. I cried
onto his chest, still holding the knife in my
hands. My clothes and face were covered in
his blood.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Even after all
that he did to me, I felt a part of me die
inside. I wouldn’t miss him, but I knew I
would never forget him. I didn’t even notice
when the flashlight traveled over our bodies.
I heard food steps echoing throughout the
house.