House Arrest

Chapter 1

"Dannie!" Jacob yelled. Pounding followed this on the front door. I jumped up from my bed and quickly bolted downstairs to lock the front door. "Dannie, open the door now."

My breath caught in my throat and my heart raced, "Go away, Jake." I took a few steps away from the door, balling my fists.

There was a thump on the other side of the door and I watched the frame rattle. I quickly jumped into action, heaving to push a side table in front of the door. All I could do was watch and hope the table was heavy enough to keep Jake out.

    "You bitch! Open the door before I knock it down myself."

I shuddered in fear and ran to the living room, grabbing my cell phone off the table. I didn't even have time to hit send on a text to my best friend Bryson saying '911' before there was a crash by the front door. Horror flooded through me as I took in Jacob, who was now standing in the foyer. The cuts on his knuckles stood out against the paleness of his clenched fists.

    "Come on Jacob, please. Don't do anything rash." I pleaded with him.

"Just give me what you stole, then I'll be gone." He ground out. Before I could respond he reached forward, latching onto my shoulders and yanking me down so that I was lying on the couch. He sat down on my hips, straddling me. "I can do this the easy way or the hard way."

    "You really are getting better at foreplay, you know that?" I smirked, gathering up all of the confidence I could. Without even thinking, I yanked my legs out from under Jacob, causing him to topple off the couch. Unfortunately he had cat-like reflexes and recovered before I had the chance to get out of his grasp. I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist and he tugged, pulling me against him. "You know, you should consider going to hell." I whispered.

With that he brought his fist up directly into my gut. I doubled over in pain and he took that as a chance to drive his knee up into my face. A feeling of sticky warmth spread over my mouth. Before he could hit me back, I brought my hand up and swung, hitting him squarely in the eye. He jumped back screaming expletives. Before I could be satisfied for making an effective punch, he had regained his eyesight and was shooting me death glares.

    "You're a piece of shit. No one ever loved you." He growled at me.

I didn't think those words would have such an effect on me, but they did. I froze in place, my breath hitching for the twentieth time this hour. It's not like he really meant that. He was blinded by rage, right? There's no way he would seriously say something like that. I felt anger prick my skin and I let it in, using it to slam my foot into his gut. Surprise crashed over his face as he flew backwards, smashing right through the bay window. I heard him slam against the ground outside with a sickening crack.

    "Jacob!" I panicked, shuffling my way over to the bay window. I feel like I forgot how to walk.

I was greeted with silence.

My knees were trembling as I stepped over shards of glass and other parts of the destroyed window. I fell next to Jacob, my hands shaking violently as I ran my hands over his bloodied face. When my hand ran over his nose, sudden realization crashed down on me. He wasn't breathing.

    I had killed my ex-boyfriend.

*

Jacob Allen had been captain of the soccer team.

Jacob Allen was set to graduate third in his class.

Jacob Allen was everywhere I looked.

It was sitting at his funeral, listening to sluts from our old high school that barely knew him speak about his life like they were friends forever that made me feel the worst. They stood up there in their skimpy black dresses, choking out speeches that didn't explain Jacob at all. It's funny what people will say about you when you're dead.