Things Can Change In The Blink Of An Eye.(Now in Editing)

Chapter 12: Trouble

"How....how the hell...?" I stuttered out, looking into his horrifying brown eyes.

   "Did I find you?" Scott spoke teasingly, chuckling lightly but darkly "Oh, interesting story,"he tightened his grip on my wrist making me begin to cry. "Well, tracking your phone was the hard part, seeing as you changed phone providers an all.."

   At this point he was dragging me out of the crowd and toward a nearby alley. I tried to scream but all that came out was a pained grunt.

   "My friend," he continued "was able to track our last 'chat' on your original cell to here in Washington D.C."

   He slammed me up against the alley wall. I desperately tried to reach my pocket knife in my left back pocket but I could barely move my arms.

   "I'm impressed." He said smirking " you managed to get out of Knoxville, Tennessee, undetected by anyone, and move to the capital of the country."

   He pulled my hair with his left hand while he kept me up against the wall with his right arm. I began to sob uncontrollably. Nobody noticed it though, the music was playing too loud.

   "I've been gone for a good 10 minutes," I thought to myself as Scott continued to pull my hair harshly. "They've got to notice I've been gone too long."

  "How should I do this?" Scott said viciously "Weaken you by beating you senseless and then raping you? Or should I just rape your pitiful excuse for a body and leave you for your friend,Achton?"

   That made my blood boil. "Leave Ashton the fuck out of this." I hissed,my tears disappearing, replace my a fury in my eyes.

   "Oooohhh." Scott said tightening his grip on me, causing my tears to spill over again. "So there is something going on between you two. Well then, why don't I just harm you first then rape you and finally leave whatever's left for lil' Ash."

   And with that, he slammed me to the ground. I was able to slip my hand into my back pocket and pull out my knife. I slashed his cheek. He put his hand to the cut on his cheek then drew it away, examining how much blood was flowing.

   He gave me a death glare, daggers and all. "Ok bitch, that's how you wanna play it?" He took out his own knife, about the same size as mine maybe bigger, and began to trace my left arm."You'll be dead by the end of this, and that's a promise."

    He plunged the knife into my left arm. I began to scream bloody murder. It was the worst feeling in the world. How the hell did my mom put up with this shit with my dad? Of course, it was just a quick slash with my dad, Scott had buried that knife into me. He dragged the knife down my arm, making the pain a thousand times worse.

   "Stay away from her!!!!!" I heard someone shout. Whoever it was knocked Scott off of me and was now wrestling with him, throwing punches. I looked over to see none other than Ashton. I looked back over at my now bleeding arm. Blood was flowing like a river from my weakened arm. The knife was still in my arm, meaning the only way Ash could be hurt was by punches. I gripped the handle and yanked it. I released the handle as the pain pierced through me. Holy shit! The knife had only moved an inch and had felt like a thousand needles were piercing me at once. 

   "This won't be easy." I mumbled to myself. I was losing consciousness fast. I felt myself become increasingly dizzy as seconds passed. I knew, if I passed out and didn't get this knife out, I could kiss that arm goodbye. I could deal with getting workers comp for a while. But one usable arm means no job and I would loss the twins for good.

   I grabbed its hilt once more and tugged it. The pain returned but I kept pulling. Finally it was out and I was half conscious. I threw it under a garbage bin. I heard a clink of metal and I knew immediately that the weapon had fallen into the sewers. I turned my head using some of my remaining energy to see the boys still brawling it out. They had been fighting unyieldingly, Ashton now sported a black eye and Scott a broken nose. I saw Ashton throw one last punch making Scott go limp. I saw police in uniform rush by and cuff Scott's unconscious form. My breathing becoming more ragged as the blood continued to flow out of my arm.

   Ashton ran over to me. "Stay with me Jaz, just stay with me." I saw a couple tears slip."Why does this have to happen to you? You don't deserve any of this."

   I smiled and mustered up enough strength to say softly "Who knows?" Before smiling smally. Then Ashton did something I thought he would never do. Maybe I had hallucinated. But I remember, he kissed the top of my head tenderly.

   He picked me up bridal style and began to run. I saw Dee's and Jack's upset looks. The twins, horrified by my broken self. The entrance to the hospital. Then, everything went black.

*****Intense chapter! Scared the living crap out of me how I can just imagine this going down. I guess it pays to watch shows like cold case. Anyway, vote,comment, and read my friend : creativepencil's stories: The Protector and Fade. Their really good!!!*****