T.W. Graphic violence
Lizzy's pov
By the time Abel falls asleep in our bed it's already half past ten and I'm growing more and more paranoid. That nasty feeling of being watched has only gotten worse, and I haven't found Jax's spare gun yet, of course he could've taken it with him, or hid it somewhere else, but why would he do that?
Did Gemma know where he keeps it? She wouldn't take it, this makes no sense. I slowly get up and walk out of the room keeping the lights off. I make my way to the couch and wrap myself in a warm blanket, turning the tv on. I try to watch a movie, but I can't concentrate, I'm too busy jumping at every little sound coming from outside. I should've let Tig come over when he offered to, I would've at least felt safer.
With the corner of my eye I spot movement in the hallway and I stop breathing while my head snaps into it's direction. I get cold shivers down my spine and freeze in place.
I'm not stupid enough to yell out Jax's name, it's definitely not him; so I quietly stand up, my hand clenched around my phone. I look at our wide open bedroom door, then at the biggest kitchen knife, calling me from it's wooden rack, and between the two, only the fucking hallway.
I quietly sprint towards the knife, grabbing it in my right hand, while dialing 911 with my left, but me being quiet won't solve shit, whoever's standing by the front door would've already seen me. And I'm right, because as soon as I touch the knife, a dark silhouette starts forming. It's a tall man, rushing towards me. I hit the call button and throw my phone towards him, hitting him in the face. "Who are you?" I yell, pointing the knife at him with my shaky hands, but that was a mistake, cause he slaps it on the ground, putting Jax's gun right between my eyes.
"Shut up if you want to live." His voice is weirdly low pitched and scary and he's wearing the Scream mask. What a choice...
He puts his hand on my chest and slams me against the wall, still holding the gun to my forehead. A million words go through my head, but I take his advice and shut up. If I've learned anything in this life it's to cooperate until you have a better idea.
"I just need you to send a message to your old man-" Abel starts crying, drawing his attention. "The kid's here?" He looks at me, but I don't say anything, horror on my face. What does this fucker want with Abel? I grab his gun with both hands and point it over my shoulder, kicking him in the balls at the same time, making him fire into the wall, which gives me about two seconds to put a bit of distance between us.
I reach for the knife, but he grabs my hair and yanks me back before I can pick it up.
"You're a feisty little bitch." He chuckles and grabs me by my neck. "I didn't want it to go this way, but you're forcing my hand." He puts his gun on the counter and slides his hand up my shirt, feeling me while I desperately gasp for air, clawing at his arm. "Nice tits you've got." I try to kick him in the balls again but he avoids my foot and violently presses his huge body against mine, squeezing me, then moving his hand to my pants and roughly slides it over my underwear. As he concentrates on his other hand, he loosens his grip around my neck, letting me breathe and regroup; and I remember what my dad's been telling me all my life "Aim for the eyes."
I grab the dude's face and jam my thumbs into his eyes as hard as I can, making him step back. I collapse onto the counter and grab Jax's gun, firing it and getting the guy in his shoulder. Fuck. He tackles me to the ground and grabs my arm, trying to get my gun. He manages to pin my hand to the ground and get on top of me, but he's not taking the gun while I'm alive.
I pull on his shirt and claw at his neck while he struggles to get my fingers to loosen their grip. He punches me in the equilibrium making me see stars, good thing I'm already laying down. His punch makes my limbs go numb, my other arm dropping to the ground, right on top on the knife.
He rips the gun from my hand and I jam the knife into his neck, hot blood gushing out all over me while he collapses over on his back, gulping.
I kick the gun away from him and crawl back, sitting on the ground and watching him feel the knife with his hands while the red and blue lights shine through the curtains, getting brighter and brighter.
From the moment the police and paramedics enter the house, to the moment that I see Jax's horrified face, everything is a blur. He cups my bloody face into his hands. "What happened? Where's Abel?" I numbly look at his desperation as Unser tells him what I've already reported. I depersonalize and watch the whole scene like I'm watching a movie. It somehow feels like the ending of Hereditary; I feel as empty as that dude's body after his soul disappears, only I'm thankfully not possessed.
Not even ten minutes after Jax gets here, the guys follow, one by one, each of them freaked out at the sight of me, then enraged by what happened. I probably look like Carrie after her prom. What the hell is up with all of these movie references? The paramedics won't let them get close to me, as to not make me feel overwhelmed; I don't think I could ever feel overwhelmed after all of what happened tho...
What seem like a couple of hours pass and people finally start to scatter, letting us go into the house. Jax draws me a hot bath and helps me get in, washing the blood out of my hair as I watch the water get redder and redder. I lift my hand out of the water and look at the dried up blood from under my nails, digging it out and letting it fall into the tub.
Jax gently grabs my chin and turns my face towards him, making me look in his baby blue eyes, filled with tears. "I'm sorry."
End of book 1
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