Saving My Hope

Chapter 23-Spawn Of Satan

*Shaneria Blenco POV*

"Need my help with anything, love?" The stranger asked in a english accent.
"Um, who are you?" I ask defensively.
"Its useless information to you, Shaneria" he replies, staring at me with his big green eyes.
"How do you know me?" I ask, more as a demand.
He smiles to himself and looks past me in the doorway.
I move and block his view inside.
"Are you drunk, sir" I imply, crossing my arms over my chest and looking suspiciously at him.
"Not tonight, darling. I intend on remembering your face" he smiles.
"Im going to ask you to leave, or the police will come to escort you" I threaten, not wanting him to be on my porch any longer.
"The police do not strike fear into my heart, dear. In fact, I could slaughter them just the way I did to your niece's parents...Tyler and Daniére was it?" He smirks and watches for a reaction.
And oh was I going to give him one.
My blood boils and my eyes tense with murderous gaze.
I quickly raise my hand and intend on marking his cheek.
But he catches it and holds my wrist up so I can see.
I can feel him clench down on it and my arm begins to shake.
I gasp and try to pull it back, but he wont let me.
He suddenly yanks me forward and I fall onto my stomach on the porch.
My hair falls over my face and my wrists ache from falling on them.
I breathe heavily from shock more than pain.

I hear the floorboards creak as he calmly walks over to me and squats infront of me.
He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head up to look at him.
"Let's try this again" he states and gazes into my eyes.
His pupils dilate as he speaks, "Now let me in so we can go inside to have a chat".
It feels as if I zoned out, but in mere seconds I can blink.
I move my chin from his hand and bite down on his skin.
He grunts and then uses his free hand to pinch the side of my neck and he lifts me off the ground after he rose.
Then uses the hand I bit, to wrap around my throat intending to choke me.

I clasp my small hands around his wrist and try fighting my closing windpipe.
"It seems to be you have a death wish, little one" he comments and inspects my face.
"Well, I have escaped death more than once" I retort and then wince and claw more at him.
"Not this time" he smiles wickidly.
With my adrenaline now dying down, I can hear Saba crying still.
She lost her parents.
Now she's going to lose me.
But wasnt like it was any loss in losing me.

But in such a quick motion, I was dropped to the porch on my side.
I cry out in sudden impact and my arm feeling as if I bent it the wrong way.
Everything is happening in slow motion.
Sound, movement, and the images playing out infront of me are slowed.
My attacker was on his back and someone was infront of me, standing with broad shoulders.

My breathing echoes and I blink slowly as I turn my head to look at the front door wide open.
When I look back to the scene infront of me, my attacker is being pounded with a fist in his face.
The one hitting him, looks back to me once he gets a moment and shouts for me to run inside.
"Joel?" I say but it probably came out as a whisper.
"GET INSIDE!" he shouts and turns back to the man he was beating.
I scramble to my feet and tumble inside.
I fall to my knees and then roll over and use my feet to shut the door.
My chest rises and falls quickly due to my intense breathing.
"Oh my god" I mutter and then roll over onto my stomach and use my arm to push my chest up.
Suddenly the door opens and closes quickly and I squeal in fear as to whom I feared it would be.
Hands clasp my shoulder and I spin around, prepared to fight.
"Woah woah, Shan!" Joel says and holds his hands up in defense to show he was to do me no harm.
I untense and throw my arms around his neck for a tight squeeze.
"Joel" I cry.
"Shhhh" he comforts and embraces me back as he helped me to my feet.
I shake and tell him in a stutter "H-he was g-going to kill m-me-".
"I wouldnt let him. I didnt" he said.
I grasp his forearms and tell him in a shakey voice, "He killed them! He killed my sister!".
"Breathe deeply, breathe" he encourages.
"I-I cant" I wheeze and slip to the floor.
He comes down with me and cups the side of my face, "If you dont stop, your blood pressure will rise really quickly and your lungs will fill with fluid".
I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to hold in tears and slowly nod my head.
I had to take deep breathes and he did them with me.