Must Read: CONTROLLED - Season 1 - Episode 5

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Must Read: CONTROLLED - Season 1 - Episode 5

Sophia:
I took a step back, trembling.

“I killed you,” I whispered, tears
falling down my cheeks. “You’re
supposed to be dead…”
He got up from the chair and
took a few steps closer to me.
“No, Sophie… I could never
leave you alone,” he said, taking
a step closer.

All of the painful, terrorizing
images came flooding back into
my head. The painful sounds of
my clothes ripping, the yelp of
Naomi when the knife plunged
into her fur, and the last words
that were spoken to me by
Ricky. I shook my head, trying
to erase the images and noises
that were all just a memory. But
it wasn’t just a memory… It was
all happening again.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Where’s Naomi,” I demanded.
He sighed, looking away from
me.
“Where is she?!” I yelled. I took
a few steps back, unable to
control my trembling. I can’t
believe this is happening again…

I thought this was over…
“Don’t worry; I didn’t hurt her,
Sophie. I know she means a lot
to you, and I couldn’t stand to
see you sad or upset,” he said.
“I love you.”

There were those three words
again. But something in his
voice made it seem convincing.

What do I do? If I’m quick, I
could make it outside.

“You know what I want more
than anything in the world right
now, Ricky?” I asked him.
He looked hopeful as he took a
step closer. “What is it, my
love? I’ll get it for you.”
I tried to glare at him as best I
could, but the tears were getting
in the way. I tried to put as
much venom in my voice as I
could. “I want you dead.”
I saw something flicker in his
eyes. Sadness? Regret, maybe?
His smile faltered, but regained
just as quickly.
“Sophie… I know you don’t
mean that,” he said, a hint of
anger in his voice.
“Why can’t you just leave me
alone?” I yelled.
“Because I love you, Sophie!” he
yelled back. The desperation in
his voice was overwhelming.

Why couldn’t he just get it
through his head? But most
importantly, why the hell is he
still alive?

“Love? You call this love ?” I
whispered through tears.
“Raping me, terrorizing me, and
almost killing the people I care
about… that’s love to you?”
“I did it all for you, Sophie. You
have to know that.”
“Why aren’t you dead?” I blurted
out. I wanted to know how he
survived. How he got away.

I needed to know why he wasn’t
dead.

He took a deep breath and
looked at me, taking a step
closer. “None of that matters,
Sophie. As long as I’m here for
you,” he said. I saw him getting
angrier by the second. “Now
you’re going to come with me,
whether you want to or not.
We’re finally going to be
together, and nothing is going to
drive us apart.”
I shook my head, edging
towards the door. “No, I’m not
going with you.”
“You will Sophie; whether you
like it or not.”
I took my chance and ran out
the door and down the stairs. I
heard his footsteps close behind
me, and getting closer. The front
door was almost ten feet from
me. I could make it.

I almost reached the door when
I was pulled back from my hair.

I cried out in pain and fell to the
floor. He was over me, pinning
my arms above my head.

I struggled but it was no use.
“Just let me go,” I cried, looking
away from him.
“I can’t do that Sophie,” he
replied, holding my wrists with
one hand while holding his knife
to my neck. He leaned down
and tried to kiss me, but I
twisted my head away. He
pushed the blade of the knife
down on my shoulder, breaking
the skin and causing blood to
flow. I cried out in pain as he
ran the blade a few inches up
my arm.
“Stop, please,” I cried. I closed
my eyes, trying to blink all of
the pain away. A deep growling
sound followed by screaming
echoed in my ears, causing me
to open my eyes. All of the
weight suddenly vanished off of
me, letting me breathe. I sat up,
wincing at the pain in my arm.

I watched as Naomi wrestled
with Ricky on the floor, biting
his arm and dragging him off of
me. He was trying to get to his
knife which was a few feet from
him, but Naomi wouldn’t let go.

He hit her with his free hand,
but yelled out when she bit
down harder. Ricky’s blood was
dripping onto the floor.
Taking my chance, I got up
from the floor and ran towards
the door. I grabbed my cell
phone off of the counter and
opened the door.
“Come on, Naomi!”I called,
running out the door. I heard
her bark and run behind me. We
both ran down the stairs and
out into the courtyard.
“Sophie, get back here!”
I heard Ricky yell to me from
the second floor. I ran faster,
making it out of the courtyard
and onto the sidewalk. It was
pitch black and raining heavily. I
was thankful for the flickering
street lamps along the sidewalk.

Still running with Naomi by my
side, I dialed 911 on my phone.

I put it by my ear and listened
for three rings, and almost fell
when I heard a lady pick up.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“He’s chasing me,” I panted,
running past the closed shops
and restaurants. “Please, help
me.”
“Who’s chasing you, ma’am? I
need your name and location.”
“My name is Sophia Anderson.

I’m running down 17th avenue
west,” I panted. The coffee shop
I had been in earlier came into
view. “I’m at the coffee shop,
please hurry!”
“Alright, ma’am, I’m sending
officers to your location. Would
you like me to stay on the
phone with you until help
arrives?”
“Yes please,” I said. Through the
rain, I saw a familiar figure at
the door to the coffee shop.

I felt instant relief when I saw
Scott locking the door. He
hadn’t seem to notice me and
turned around to walk to the
back. I slipped on the sidewalk
and fell hard on the concrete.

The phone flew from my hand
and into the street. Naomi was
by my side, whimpering and
licking my bloody shoulder.
“Sophie!”
I gasped and looked behind me,
still on the ground. Ricky was
running down the sidewalk,
gaining closer. I quickly got up,
ignoring the pain that was
aching through my body. I
retrieved my phone from the
street and ran to the coffee
shop door. I tried to pull it open,
but then remembered Scott had
locked it a few minutes earlier. I
pounded on the door, hoping
Scott was still inside.
“Scott, Scott please, open the
door!” I said, pounding on the
door. I looked behind me to see
Ricky getting closer and closer
to me. In the corner of my eye,
I saw a light in the coffee shop
turn on. I looked back inside
and saw Scott walking out of
the kitchen. I b@nged on the
door, trying to get his attention.

He looked up and realized it was
me. He quickly walked over to
the door and unlocked it. I
pushed it open and went inside,
made sure Naomi was in, then
closed it quickly.
“Quick, Scott, lock the door.
Please, lock the door!” I yelled.

I was soaking wet from head to
toe, and dripping all over the
wooden floor of the coffee shop.
“Sophie, what is going on?
What’s wrong?” he said,
fumbling to lock the door again.

I heard the sirens in the
distance, getting closer. Panting
hard, I fell to the floor on my
hand and knees. I felt pain all
over, especially in my arm.

Naomi shook herself off beside
me, spraying me with water.

She came over and licked my
shoulder, which was still
bleeding heavily. Scott kneeled
beside me, putting a hand on
my uninjured shoulder.

“Sophie, what happened?” he
said, looking at my bloody arm.
Not answering him, I looked
back at the door to see Ricky
standing a few feet from the
door. He was soaking wet, like I
was. His face showed pure
anger. Lighting flashed, lighting
up his body with a faded blue
color. I slid back, away from the
door as far as I could. Scott
noticed the fear on my face and
glanced at the door, but Ricky
was gone. Scott looked back at
me, confusion in his coffee-
brown eyes.
“Sophie, you’re arm,” he said,
trying to look at it. Naomi
backed up to let Scott look at it.

I drew my knees up to my
chest and put my head down.

Naomi rested her head on my
knees, trying to comfort me.

The sirens got closer and closer.

Blue and red lights flashed
outside in the rain.
“Sophie,” Scott said, looking at
me, concerned. “Sophie, what
happened?”
“He’s back,” I whispered,
beginning to cry again. “He’s
back…”
Scott knew exactly who I was
talking about. I had already told
him what happened to me a
year earlier. He began
wondering what happened to
Naomi, so I finally told him.
“It’s okay, Sophie. It’s going to
be okay,” he whispered, hugging
me. Some officers pounded on
the door, making both of us
jump. Scott got up and
unlocked the door for them.

They came in and Scott helped
me up. I explained what
happened and they said they
wanted me to come to the
station. Scott offered to go with
me, but I told him he needed to
get back home to his family. He
told me no, and came anyway.
“Thank you,” I whispered to him.
“Of course, Sophie,” he said,
helping me up.

After going to the police station,
the officers drove me and Scott
to the hospital to get my arm
checked out. The bleeding had
stopped, but the cut was deep
and it hurt a lot. They wrapped
up my arm and gave me some
antibiotics. Scott drove me and
Naomi home and led me
upstairs. I assured him I would
be fine, and he finally went
home.

I opened my door and went
inside, followed by Naomi. The
rose petals were still on the
floor, but I tried to ignore them.

I locked my door and walked
into the living room. I la!d on
the couch next to Naomi and
put a throw blanket over me.

Naomi and I listened to the
heavy rain hitting the roof until
we both finally fell asleep.
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