Myra's story

chapter 19

I lay in Jason's arms, he plays with my hair. I'm enjoying this silence, if I was talking who knows what I would say.

I love how you can see every dent and sweaty on Jacobs beautiful body. Like he was sculpted by perfection.

I trace his six pack with my finger.

"Morning," he says.

"Morning," I lean up and kiss him.

"I honestly don't know what to say," he says.

"Me neither," I look back up art him, "but the huge smile on your face explains everything."

He laughs, he pulls me closer to him and kisses me, lingering there. I wrap my legs around him, he smiles and brings his head up.

"Are you going for round two?"he smiles.

"Maybe," I kiss his again and on his jaw line.

He pushes himself back and lays his head on my boobs. I play with his hair.

A loud boom comes from the living room, and Jason's up, with boxers on in a flash. I'm surprised how fast her got up.

I forgot about Sam.

I jump out the bed and put on the leggings on the floor and my favorite long sleeved shirt.

The noise from the living room goes closer, there's more than one man.

"Go into the bathroom," Jason says.

"Where are you-" I start.

"Go!"

I run into the bathroom and lock the door Behind me. I go to the farthest wall and listen.

"Hey!" a man yells, and a few gun shots go off.

I close my eyes tight and trust that Jason's still alive.

I hear grunts and bullets, and then silence.

It feels like forever before the door knob rattles, I state at it in fear. Unable to move.

"Its Jason," the voice says.

I get up and slowly walk to the door.

"Myra," the voice says.

It doesn't sound like Jakob though.

I grab the mirror and shatter it, and the door rattles a little.

I take a sharp piece off glass and hold it in my hand.

When I open the door a man pushes me down onto the floor. I try to get on my feet, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him.

"Stupid bitch!" he yells.

When I look up art him I know who it is. Professor Asshole.

I kick art him and hit him in the jaw, which makes him stage back. But while he's off guard I stab the glass shard into his neck.

I back away from him until I touch the toilet.

I chose my eye's and put my head between my knees.

I can hear him gagging, I can imagine the blood pouring out his neck, and the thought of it sickens me.

I count to myself so I can block the node out...

1..2..3..4..5..