Military's Girl

Military Girl Writing Contest

I turned on the cold water and brought my face down to try and get some glow paint off. I splashed my face a few times before I lift up and look in the mirror. It's dark in this bathroom but I could've sworn I saw something move behind me. God I'm going crazy. I pull a paper towel from the holder and began to wipe my face. As soon as my vision is obstructed I feel two arms harshly wrap around my waist. I'm pulled into a hard chest while some cool metal touched my neck. I drop the paper towel, let out a scream, and began to struggle in the person's arms. Their grips gets deathly tight and I let out a hiss of pain. A hand covers my mouth and I was ready to let out a muffled scream when a sick icy voice I'd rather die then hear whispered in my ear.

"Hey baby missed me,"he asked. My body went stiff and still, blood ran ice cold, and thousands of unwanted memories flashed through my mind. "I said did you miss me,"he barked pushing the cool mental back onto the front of my neck. It was a knife and I was alone with my ex-boyfriend who probably wants me dead. A tear slipped out of my eye as I finally realized my predicament. Jason didn't look the same I could tell from the mirror. His eyes were blood-shot, he had an unwanted twitched in his left shoulder, his eye was still black from when he fought with Tyler, fresh cuts and bruises covered his body, and he no longer looks like he wants to punch someone he looks like he's ready to commit murder. He was dressed in all black, hair sticking in every which direction, with stumble on his chin. All in all he looked like a psychopath on crack ready to kill. The bathroom door opened and I screamed, I screamed so loud if it wasn't for the stupid music anyone within a four mile ratios should've been able to hear me.

"Help! Call the police!"I screamed the girl looked at me before turning around and running. Unfortunately for both of us she didn't get very far. Jason dropped his knife and pulled out a gun hidden in his pants. When the girl turn around to leave he put three bullets in her back. I screamed while she laid on the ground. My tears ran free he had a gun and Tyler was just in the other room. Jason just shot and possibly killed a random girl he would hesitate to hurt Tyler I had to get him out of here away from Tyler.

"See looked what you did!"he yelled. The girl let out a groan and coughed up blood which I was thankful for she was alive. "Now listen Kota,"Jason demanded pulling on my hair. I let out a shriek of pain at the sudden pressure. "Are you listening?"he asked yanking my hair harder. I numbly nodded while he took a deep breathe to continue. "You can call 9-1-1 for Blondie over there but you need to stop struggling and get in my car,"he said sternly. I simply nod my head I would not be responsible for someone's death and if we leave Tyler is safe. Jason gave me a sick smile and pulled me to his car out the back of the club. Before I left I caught a glimpse of Tyler. His friend were talking and joking around but Tyler was scanning the club jaw locked eyes set in a cold glare like he was looking for something or someone, me. The thought made my hidden tears resurface. He was looking for me, he was worried about me but here I was being forcefully shoved into a car not even putting up a fight. He'd be so disappointed in me but I was saving him and that girl. I got myself into this mess it's my job to deal with it. The passenger door slammed shut and Jason stumbled into the drivers seat. My door had a child lock on it and could only be opened from the outside. The engine roared to life and we took off down the dark street. I remembered Tyler saying something about making mental marks with random buildings and trees, timing how far these locations were so if you ever escaped you had a mental map to guide you to where you went missing from. It was a trick for captured soldiers. I began mumbling counts to myself and looking out the window. My train of thought was lost by the devil himself. Jason tossed a phone in my lap and told me if I did anything stupid he wouldn't mind stopping by my parents house and not calling the police for help after. I dialed 911 and told them where to find the girl with no extra information considering Jason had a gun to my stomach.

"Good girl,"Jason said running a hand through my hair sighing in content. Every time he talk or touched me or breathed for that matter caused me to cringe physically and mentally. "Don't be scared!"he barked. He started rumbling through the clove compartment and pulled out a washcloth. I was extremely confused until his hand slammed over my mouth and nose. I clutched onto his arm trying to remove the cloth but it was no use he was too strong. My lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen and against my better judgement I took a small short shallow breathe but that was enough to turn my world black.