Hiding in the Shadows

56. Will he Save her?

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❗️TRIGGER WARNING❗️
VIOLENCE
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Meredith laid very still on her kitchen floor. She heard him walking slowly around her, dragging out his torture. He kicked her in her side...once...twice. Meredith bit down on her lip, breaking the skin and tasting her blood.

"Come on Angel, I know you better than that. Last time it took me longer than this to beat you down. Get up...come on...get up. GET UP BITCH!!!"

He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. She cried out. He slammed her against the counter.

"So pretty." He said leaning forward to kiss her lips. She yanked her head out of the way. He gripped her face and forced his mouth on hers. She scrambled to find the knife he had used for his snack. Her hands found it and she plunged it into his shoulder.

He howled in pain. She kicked him off of her and ran. She ran for the front door. She was two feet from it when he grabbed her and threw her into her foyer table. She crashed into the mirror on the wall and fell to the floor. He looked at her, his eyes blazing with hate...and what looked like amusement. She removed a piece of glass from her arm and scooted back towards the stairs. She bumped into a paperweight that had been on the table. She gripped it in her hand and waited for him to come for her. He yanked her up and she crashed it into his head and stumbled up the stairs. She crawled to her room and locked the door. She pushed her chair against the door and slid down the wall in the corner of her room.

She accessed her injuries. She knew it was adrenaline that was keeping her going right now and she was afraid of what would happen once the shock set in. She knew she had some broken ribs, several lacerations on her face, scalp, arms and legs. She heard him lumber slowly up the stairs. She heard him kick every door in and looking in. She heard him stop outside her door. She stayed quiet praying to a higher power to let her get through this. She had so much more she wanted to do with her life.

"Little bitch, little bitch...let me in..." He taunted. He pounded on her door. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. He barreled into her door over and over again. The door began to splinter, the chair began to move. Meredith stood up shakily and looked for a way out. She contemplated jumping out of the window. Her door crashed open and she backed up into the wall.

"Now why do you always have to go and make me mad? And I was in such a good mood Angel. You know what the consequences are when I get mad. Fighting me is only going to delay the inevitable and it makes me waste good energy. We don't want that, do we?" He said smiling at her gently. She whimpered as the knife glinted in his hand. He walked to her and waved it in front of her.

"Now, where should I stab you first? Maybe your arm...or your leg...maybe your lovely breasts...hmmm...I think...abdomen." He said, stabbing her.

She moaned in agony and fell to the floor.

"Up you go. Stand up Angel. It is too hard to do this with you on the floor." He then sluiced the knife into her flank.

Meredith felt unconsciousness coming on, but she fought it back. He went to stab her in her left hand. She cried out, bringing her other hand up to hit him forcefully with what little strength she had left. She shoved her hand into his nose breaking it instantly. He yelped and went to the ground. She stumbled to her door and down her hallway. She limped down the stairs. She paused, seeing black dots before her eyes. She had to get out of here, she had to get help. She lost her balance and fell down the stairs, hitting the floor hard and lying, sprawled in the foyer.