Sunday passed by slowly. I stayed home by myself and caught up on some homework.
It was nice to have the house to myself and not to have to worry about my mom. Although I was constantly thinking where is she until until I remembered she was in jail.Around noon the social security worker came knocking on my door. She was friendly, but in a hurry. She checked the house, asked how I was and left. I think she trusted me.
I was about to crawl into bed when my doorbell rang. It was only 9:30, but this was unusual.
I dragged my feet down the stairs and opened the door. To my utter surprise, it was Jason. He looked like he just got back from a fight. He had a cut lip and bloody nose.
I started to close the door but his hand stopped me. "Wait, please, it's Ace."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded.
"Ace is hurt," Jason said.
"What happened?" I snapped, grabbing my keys from the hook.
"He was at his fight club and the guy he was fighting pulled a knife," he explained.
I was about to walk out the door when my phone rang. Lighting up the screen was Ace's name.
"Ace? Where are you? Are you okay?" I demanded.
I looked up at Jason, he suddenly looked angry.
"I'm at home, I had a question on Economics," he said, sounding confused. "What's wrong?"
Jason shook his head at me and pulled a knife out from his back pocket. My heart started to race and I didn't know what to do.
"Nothing, false alarm," I lied, sounding breathless.
Jason smiled evilly. He walked in and shut the door behind him.
Hang up, he mouthed.
"I have to go, Jade is here," I said, hoping he could hear the fear in my voice.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Ace asked.
"Yeah, I'm just feeling a little sick. I think I might have the flu," I hinted. Please Ace, catch on.
"Well I'll come over to check on you, I'm leaving now," he said, making me sigh in relief.
"Yeah, sounds good. See you tomorrow," I said quickly then hung up. Jason was glaring at me with the knife shining in his hand.
I kept my phone in my hand with 911 one click away. Jason stood an arms length away.
"What did Ace want?" He asked casually.
"He had a question on Economics," I replied weakly.
"He didn't ask it, though," Jason pointed out.
I was quiet, he had caught me. Ace never got around to answering the question. I clicked call to 911.
"You haven't been very nice to me," Jason said, dancing around the subject.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked. My phone was at my side. I was praying that the person on the other end could hear the conversation.
"I plan on killing you," he shrugged.
"Please don't," I begged pathetically.
I was doing the math in my head. If Ace left when he said he was, he would be here in about 5 minutes, going the speed limit. If the police heard what was happening, they were 15 minutes away from me, and they wouldn't go the speed limit. I just had to stall Jason long enough for somebody to come save me.
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Mr.Bad Boy
Teen FictionWhen Phoenix Black accidentally shows her literal strength, she catches the attention of many unwanted guys. But there is one boy that won't put an end to the games. Will Ace Reigns get what he want? Or will Phoenix ' s metaphorical strength prevail...