Anything For Him. #Wattys2016

Chapter 16

"Come on Jaz , get your stuff." Quincy yelled as we quietly crept around the outside of Adam's house.
I still wasn't sure if this was the decision I wanted to make, but I was in no mood to fight with him.

I ran into the house and I grabbed whatever I could take and stuffed it into the bags I could find. My heart was beating fast as ever , because I didn't want anyone to see me.

I grabbed my bags then ran down the stairs and walked towards the door, as I grew closer to turning the knob, I felt somebody grab my hair.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going Jasmine?" Adam said turning me to face him.

"You trying to leave me Jaz? Huh?" He said gripping my hair harder.

"Adam please let me go." I begged.

"What do you think you're doing Jasmine?" He asked snatching the bag out of my hand and pushing me down onto the cold marble floors. I tried to catch myself and ended up hitting my face on the wall, causing my nose to bleed.

I looked up at Adam , my hair falling down over my face. I wiped my nose , but I could still feel the blood running down.

"Don't you make another move." Adam said pointing his Glock G20 pistol at my face.

"Get up." He yelled, but I didn't move.
"You don't want to get up? Fine. I'll give you reason not to." He yelled just before kicking me in my stomach. I groaned at the sharp that came across my abdomen and balled up with my knees at my chest.

Where is Quincy? Did Adam see him first? Is he dead?

Were the constant thoughts rummaging through my mind as laid there in agony , hoping that he wouldn't hit me again.

Adam walked closer to me and picked me up, throwing me onto one of his couches. I could barely sit up , so I laid back.

"You know Jaz , I was really starting to like you." He said swinging his gun with every word.

"I really was, do you know why?" He said looking at me like he wanted me to say something.

I didn't respond and looked away. I didn't want to look at him anymore.

"I said so you know why." He said aggressively pushing the barrel of the gun into my forehead.

"No." I whispered. "I don't know." I said a little louder.

"You reminded me of her. My ex wife. I was starting to love you." He said pushing the gun against my chin , making my head go back.

"I should really kill you." He said very low with a tear falling down his face.

We heard footsteps and someone called his name from the steps.

He turned around fast, keeping his gun at my chin.

"Adam." Miranda called revealing herself as she reached the last step.
"What do you want? Are you trying to help her?" He screamed removing the gun from my chin and pointing it at Miranda.

"I know about all those nights when you used to sneak into her room. I know what you all were doing in there." He sniffled , as his hand shook pointing his gun at Miranda.

"I-I'm trying to help you Adam." Miranda stuttered.

"No you're not, you love her too." He said shaking his head.

Miranda put her hands up where Adam could see them and walked closer to him.

"Adam I promise , it didn't mean anything to me. Let me help you." She said slowly grabbing his hand to take his gun.

Hearing her say that hurt my feelings more than a little bit. If nobody else had my back in this house , I at least thought that she would.

Adam let go of the gun and put it into her hand. He whispered something into her ear , she then placed the gun back in to his hand and walked back up the spiraled staircase.

He pointed the gun back at me.

"Why do you want to leave? Didn't I give you everything you wanted?" He asked grabbing my face.

"I-I just don't want to do it anymore." I said a little above a whisper.

""You wanted this! You agreed to this , you can't back out now. This is your life now wether you like it or not." He yelled at me.

"What if I don't want this life anymore?" I murmured.

"You want to go back to your boring choreographer days? Hm? When you had to have a room mate? Is that what you want?" He continued to yell at me.

He moved the gun from my chin , back to my forehead and I looked down at the floor thinking that my death would be approaching any minute.

My life flashed before my eyes, good moments and bad ones. All of the horrible things that I've don't do people throughout my year of being here , All of the nice things that I used to do before I got here.

I've changed so much, I hurt so many , maybe this is karma and this is my time to go. As the thoughts ran rapidly through my head , I started cry.

If I die tonight, would anymore missed me anyway?

I've burned all of my bridges and nobody probably still loves me anyway.

I closed my eyes tightly and grabbed the cushion of the couch , waiting for Adam to put a bullet in my head.