by Criss Copp
He’s pulling a back pack off his back and he’s placed the gun on Silas’ side table. His face is over the top of his bag.
I have a sudden inspiration.
I kick up and connect with his face.
I connect with his cheekbone, but also slightly with his nose, and he’s instantly gushing blood all over the place.
“Fuck.” He shouts.
He quickly turns at the same time that I’m attempting to get up and kick him again.
Then a loud dull boom sounds beside me.
I instantly freeze.
He’s placed a bullet directly into the bed by pressing the nozzle into the mattress.
I’m breathing heavily, noisily.
“Don’t fucking move Isobelle.” He says like he has a cold.
I’m not moving.
There’s blood everywhere.
He reaches forward and tapes up my mouth. And then he’s pulling out a knife from the bag. A long blade, which would not be easy to conceal.
He holds the gun to my knee and places the knife out of my reach. He lifts Silas’ pillow to his nose briefly and wipes some of the blood away.
“You could’ve broken my nose Isobelle. I’ll return the favor later, when we’re getting to know each other better.” He growls through his pain.
I can’t talk. I can only stare.
I don’t think I’ve broken his nose; apart from the blood, it looks fairly normal. But there’s an awful lot of blood; perhaps I did.
My chest rises and falls in extreme movements.
He throws the pillow to one side.
Then he’s collecting up the knife again and sliding the blunt side up my thigh.
“You can’t take anything from here with you. Including your clothes… I gather they smell like him.” He sneers.
I’m being swamped with fear, why is this Michael toying with me and why is he taking so long? Has he managed to delay Silas? Has he done something to Silas and Ben? Is he responsible for the gym?
I’m wondering how I can take this fight outside, or should I say struggle, because he’s got the upper hand. And how do I fight a maniac who’s carrying a gun and brandishing a knife?
He slides the knife under one side of my panties and slices them through. He repeats the gesture on the other side and then tears the offending material off roughly, burning me between the thighs where he pulls them out from behind me.
I’m revealed to him and he’s looking.
“Nice, very nice. But what’s this?” He asks, indicating the scars, yet he’s smiling. Somehow he knows about it. I don’t want to know how, but I’m absolutely certain he’s been watching me in various states of undress; and he’s been doing it for some time now.
I whimper.
“Let’s get that shirt off too shall we.”
He pulls the gun up and pushes it into the soft flesh just above my pelvis, and just at the edge of my scarring. He proceeds to hack off my t-shirt.
“So beautiful. Damaged but beautiful.”
He puts the knife back in his bag and pulls out a dressing gown. A black dressing gown.
“Stand.” He demands, stepping back and lifting up the gun to point it at my knee.
As I stand, the t-shirt falls to the sides and I’m left standing there naked.
He drapes and ties the dressing gown around me, effectively tying my arms into the robe; and then he lifts it from the area of my left leg. I feel a sharp and painful jab in my left thigh. I try to move away but he has his body wrapped around me.
I do manage to lift my right leg and knee him in the stomach. He grunts.
“Shit, Isobelle. I enjoy a spirited woman, but wait till we’re fucking please.” He growls.
I vomit in my mouth, and then I’m forced to swallow the burning liquid back down, because of the tape.
I’m moaning and whimpering.
“That was Ketamine. It will take effect in a second.”
It’s taking effect now asshole.
I feel myself beginning to slip into a delirious and sedated state.
~Epilogue~
Ben.
Silas is screeching through the streets ahead of me. He’s not himself and he’s not wearing his helmet. I have by far the faster bike, but he’s on the edge, or perhaps he’s already stepped off.
I pull up behind him in my drive and I instantly notice the front door wide open as he rushes up the stairs and inside.
This isn’t going to be good.
I’m not sure where the inspiration comes from, but I know to take the keys from Silas’ bike before rushing in.
I reach the stairs and I hear him wailing and trashing his room.
I walk to his door and I see it.
Blood, lots of blood on the pillow, on the comforter and clothes. Bloody clothes cut into rags on the floor.
Fear for Jade and Ben consumes me. I turn to run and feel Jade bump up into me. She looks into the room and sees what I just saw.
She’s now wailing and screaming too. Silas is smashing the bedside lamp and suddenly he’s running past us to the front door again.
I run to Ben’s door.
I go to open it. But there’s no handle.
There’s no fucking handle.
Someone’s hurt my son.
“Fucking open the door.” I scream. I shoulder barge the door.
I’m screaming and barging the door and Jade’s screaming beside me, covering her face and jumping up and down with razor-sharp fear tearing through her. I know it’s what consumes her, because it consumes me too.
I finally manage to get in through the door by smashing through it.
And it’s the sweetest sound in the world – my son is crying, because he’s startled by all the noise, but it means he’s alive. Jade is running in to collect him to her and I’m doubled over in love for them both.
MY beautiful family is alive and fine. And then it dawns on me that it’s not true; Silas and Isi.
I run to the front door.
“Motherfucker.” He’s screaming hoarsely, throwing his bike to the ground and screaming out. I don’t know where he got it from, because the shed’s out the back; but he’s pounding on the bike with a hammer. Perhaps I’ve taken longer to get to him than I think? Maybe he had the time to get it. What the fuck and why does it matter? He has it and he’s using it to inflict damage on his bike. I take in the scene.
Red and Blue lights…
And now I’m running down the steps just as the policemen approach him.
Silas is oblivious; he continues to kick, hammer and stomp his bike.
The officers are running forward screaming for Silas to put his weapon down, their guns are drawn.
I’m screaming at them not to hurt him; that he’s unarmed - it’s just a hammer.
I’m racing toward them. But it feels slow, like time has slowed down and I’m unable to run fast enough. I’m told to remain where I am and I pull up and plead with them.
An officer steps forward pointing his weapon at Silas.
I’m screaming… Silas is startled by my blood curdling plea for the officers to stand down, but he continues to attempt to destroy his motorcycle.
And then he’s down, Silas is down and he’s convulsing.
I can hear Jade screaming from the front door as she witnesses her brother going down, with our son howling in her arms.
It blends with my own cries, as I watch him writhing in pain.
~To be continued…
About the Author
2013… I’m a university student and completing my final year of a degree in the area of medical intervention.
I utilize a pretty interesting childhood and teenage existence…
The music in my books is real… I have bought the music, and have it either on my computer or on CDs.
I have seen the good and the very bad in people, but I always like to believe in HEAs.
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Criss
Always Summer
New Adult (mature content). Recommended for readers 18+ due to sexual content, harsh language and adult themes. Please be advised that some content is graphic and sensitive in nature.
Summer has known two lives. The secret and nightmarish life she endured prior to her move to Northport, and the angelic life she has known since.
Her best friend Blake has a secret of his own that once shattered his soul.
For years they skirt around their attraction to each other, until in a moment of necessity, secrets are divulged and a new relationship is fashioned.
However, past lives have a way of coming back to haunt you; even the lives you thought were angelic.
Determined to face the hardship together, the question remains. How much hardship can two people endure?
“I love you.” I growled. “I want you to be mine, but I wanted it to be right.”
She still didn’t look intimidated, her pupils were dilated from the lack of light, her tears had stopped and her breathing had altered completely, almost like she was in the throes of passion. I knew, because mine had too, although my heart was beating so fast, I swear I could feel it bashing her chest too.
She tilted her head slightly, she licked her lips tentatively and I dashed forward to devour her mouth.