Vindictive [ Jeff the killer love story ]

Chapter 13. Conflicted

Liara's pov.

I was running; running till my lungs burst. Tree branches slapped my face as my legs brought me through the forest. I felt the tiny cuts being inflicted on my raw skin, but I ignored it. My energy was draining though I didn't care. 

I listened to the sound of crinkling leaves and the snap of broken branches behind me, following. It was getting louder and more intense.  

I broke into a sprint, the wind clawing at my face and threatening to blow me over. My heart beat was accelerating.  

Almost completely hidden behind the trees, I saw the cabin. I stumbled towards the front door, opening it and locking the door.  

The window smashed into a million tiny glass shards as he broke through it effortlessly. His eyes were filled with blood lust, and they were fixed on me. I slowly backed myself until my back hit something hard. Spinning around, I sped up the steps and to the nearest door. My hands grabbed the doorknob and twisted with all my might. There was a loud crash behind me and the door finally twisted opened. I entered and slammed the door closed behind me.  

Several loud bangs erupted from the hallway as he slammed himself continuously at the door. The doorknob was being twisted violently.  

Then it stopped suddenly. Everything quiet.

The wooden board cracked in the middle as his foot broke in, tearing through the door. He pulled his foot back and stomped down again, gorging a larger hole than before.  

I cursed, desperately searching the bathroom for anything that would increase my chances of survival.

"I'm coming for youu. ." He chanted, mocking me with every tone. I reached inside my back pocket, whipping out the small knife that I had and held it infront of my chest.  

The remains of the door got knocked down and fell to the ground. Pointing the weapon at him I screamed. "Stay away from me!"

He chuckled darkly and leaned in, attacking. Taking out his kitchen knife, he stabbed me; the blade piercing through my skin in a swipe. 

The pain almost made me go breathless and I watched a pool of blood appear underneath me. I put my hand on my waist, touching it and feeling a warm sticky substance. 

I gripped my own blade and slashed at his face, creating a cut on his cheek. He had a expression of surprise. I took the chance and pushed my knife down into his arm, but he already had me by my throat with his unwounded arm.  

He lifted me into the air and flung me through the doorway and into the hall; like a rag doll. My back hit the wall, a cracking noise audible, and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I stared straight, not having enough energy to lift my head, and watched his feet. He stepped through the rubble; coming up beside me.

"Did you really think I loved you?" His voice sounded bitter. It stung harder than any physical pain he's brought me. He paused. "You knew this would happen sooner or later.." There was a big lump in my throat, and a accelerating pain creeping into my heart. I felt my eyes begin to tear up. "You've never meant anything to me. This has all been a lie. ." His voice got quieter and quieter; by the end it had drowned out. "

And with a gasp I had awoken, opening my eyes to find myself back in my bedroom.

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Love, Alice.