In Love With My Hot New Roomate? That's Absurd!

Part 11- So Alone

No! That was absurd. Who cares what my heart wants, it's all about what my brain knows. I quickly pushed away from Aiden, sending him off of my bed. I got up, and ran out of the dorm. I ran into a closet at the left end of the hall. I quickly locked the door behind me, and turned on the light. I needed some time alone, to think.

I gasped as I took in my surroundings. I was in the same supply closet as my dream. I turned around to open the door, but a familiar pair of strong hands grasped me. I turned around to see Mr. Rue.

"Didn't think you could leave me so soon, did you?" he whispered in my ear.

"What do you want?" My voice shook with the threat of tears.

"To finish what I started." I was flung against the back wall, shelves piercing my spine. I glanced up at Mr. Rue, who was now towering over me. "If I'm going to jail, I might as well kill the girl who sent me there," he said, raising a knife. Oh no! Just like in my dream!

I fought the urge to shield myself. Then, I knew what I had to do. I kicked Mr. Rue in his "southern region." He doubled over and groaned, loudly. I took this as my chance to run. I pushed myself up, moved around Mr. Rue, and just as my hand made contact with the brass door handle, I felt a strong jerk on my hair. Once again, I was flung back. I slammed on the floor even harder than last time, if that was even possible. My head was pick up, and slammed against the ground repeatedly. And the room slowly started to fade away. This was it.

Just as I closed my eyes, I realized I would fall into death's clutches. My eyes shot open, and I jumped up, feeling remarkably powerful. Mr. Rue lunged at me, but I sidestepped, allowing him to headplant into the shelf. I took this as my chance to run. If I killed him, I wouldn't be any different from him.

I unlocked the door, pulled it open, and ran to my dorm. I threw open the door, but Aiden wasn't there. The clock read 7:15 in bright, red numbers. I let out a string of profanities. How long was I out cold? A loud bang in the hallway interrupted my thoughts. Without hesitation, I locked the door, and searched for a place to hide. Or a way to escape. The windows were the only way out, but they were out of the question. I was on the fifth floor for crying out loud!

I seeked refuge in a vent above my bed. Shortly after, the banging on the door began. My breath came in panicked gasps. The banging was put to an end; I then heard the door open. I held my breath as Mr. Rue crept into the room, locking the door behind him. He quietly searched the room. When he was just next to my bed, he looked up at the vent.

I crawled further into the vent. But it was too late. Mr. Rue had seen me. Damn, it was fight now or run. I was going to fight. I pushed the vent cover out, hitting Mr. Rue right in his face. He backed away, holding his hand to his nose. I jumped out of the vent, and landed hard on my ass. At least it was my bed.

I pushed myself up, and punched Mr. Rue in his gut. I attempted to punch him again, but he grabbed my fist, and twisted it. I howled in pain. Mr. Rue pushed me back onto my bed, and pulled out the knife. Fuck no! This was my bed! Where I sleep, or slept. Either way, I don't want my blood on it! I changed them this morning!

I rolled out of the way, and got up. But only to be pinned back down. This time, Mr. Rue held my hands above me. The dumbass didn't think to do anything with my legs! My knees shot up, and he groaned, but still held his firm grip. I resorted to screaming, hoping that someone would hear me. Mr. Rue didn't bother clamping his hand on my mouth, because both of his hands were occupied, and everyone was at dinner.

The door opened to reveal Kyle and Samantha. "Carson!" they screamed in unison. Samantha charged at Mr. Rue, while Kyle lingered behind, obviously not wanting to hurt Samantha if he got involved.