Healing isn't that easy - Edit

Chapter 3 - Not again

After you hung up with Chuck, you started to stress out. You sat for a few minutes and tried to breath. You took a deep breath as someone knocked on the door.

Chuck... Finally... You thought, getting straight to the door.

You opened it wide to let your friend in but instead there was your ex-boyfriend on your door step

"Told you I wasn't done with you..." He said calmly but you could see the anger in his eyes.

"Get out, Jeremy. I don't want you in here, I already told you." You closed the door on him.

He put his feet in between the door frame and the door itself, pushing it to get inside.

"Get out!" You shouted loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

He pushed the door violently and by the same move, thrown you a few feet back on the wall behind you. You get up in a hurry and ran to the living room, Jeremy following slowly, knowing you got nowhere to go. You took anything that you could find and throw them towards him. You missed or he dunked but it wasn't working, nothing stopped him. He finally grabbed you in your room, where you tried to lock yourself in. He took you by the hair and put a knife under your chin.

"Now follow me and there will be no blood on your carpet to clean." He muttered between his teeth and into your ears.

He was so close, you could smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Please, Jeremy don't do this... Pleassseee..." You cried while he took you outside your apartment.

At the stairs, you tried to get out of his arms by hitting him in the guts. But you ended up a few inched from the first step and Jeremy pushed you. You lost balance and fell down the stairs. Something cracked when you hit the fourth step and when you landed on the ground. Thru the pain from your left arm, your back and the cut on your forehead, you tried to get up and run from your ex, but he was faster and he grabbed you back. You screamed as much as you could but no one heard. How could that be possible that you were screaming to death and nobody would answer to those shouts? As Jeremy dragged you to the main entrance, you see Chuck coming to the main door and so does Jeremy. You know he can't see you because of the one-way window. The janitor's closet door was open so Jeremy took the opportunity and dragged you inside. A hand on your mouth, the other one on the door handle, he waited until Chuck was at the next floor to run outside and pushed you into his friend's van. You were crying, you didn't know what would happen to you. You were sure nobody could help you now.

"Alright, sweetie. I'll just have to put this on your mouth because you know you're going to scream and I don't want that..." Jeremy put the duct tape on your mouth and talked to you like he was talking to a young kid, even a baby. "There you go. Give me your hands now."

Your hands were tied up with ty wrap and you had duct tape on your mouth.

"Somebody paid us a lot just to take you to him. More than what your father have earn in his life. It's a better idea than what we had in mind, I have to say." He smiled evilly looking straight in your eyes, with a spark of anger and hate.

"Ok, man. Stop that. You're freaking me out more than her. You look crazy, man."

"Just drive, Carl. We don't want to be late..." Jeremy sat next to you.

During the whole drive, he was touching you awkwardly, feeling your warmth, smelling your hair just like the psycho he was. You closed your eyes, held your tears and pray that somebody will found you someday and Jeremy will be found guilty by the judge and sent to prison for the rest of his miserable life.

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After you patched him up, Peter went back home and got stuck in the rain. When he opened the door, his aunt ran at him with worried.