I pace back in forth through my room with my heart beating out of my chest. It's been 2 days. What if Mark killed him already? I don't what to do other than worry. The police are looking for him and have already come to the house to question me. I gave the sketch artist a very detailed description. His psychotic face is burned into my memory.
I can't take it anymore. I run out of the house and just keep running down the road. Running for some reason clears my head although there's so much going through my head right now that it only slightly lessened my anxiety. It's getting dark and I should probably turn back for hom— oh shit. It's him. Before I could scream he grabbed me and covered my mouth. I tried kicking and screaming but it wasn't working. I felt helpless. I hate that. As if on que I'm let go of and I don't know why. Then I turn around to see that Matt had followed me out of the house. He knocked mark out which I had no idea he was even capable of doing that. The cops show up shortly after. I really hope that bastard spills on Andy's location. I hope he's not dead.
I am then escorted to an ambulance to be checked out. I didn't know my head was bleeding until the EMT started wiping blood off my face. How did that happen? Did Mark hit me? That I don't know because it was all a giant blur.
The sheriff placed 3 patrol cars outside of my house; 3!!! I may be wrong but I think if they have Mark in custody then what would I need protection from? A stray cat?
ding dong
I run downstairs to see who's at the door and you'll never guess who it was.
"Andy!" I scream and hug him tight.
"Hey... "
I realize I'm still hugging him so I awkwardly pull away.
"How did you get away?"
He looks like he just got hit by a bus. He had a bloody nose and a busted lip. The was a cut above his eyebrow and he had a black eye.
"The guy didn't know how to tie a not." Andy says
"Oh well .... I'm glad you're ok" I awkwardly mutter. As I look up I realize he's much closer to me than before. I look at his eyes which are glued to my lips. Out of nowhere he grabs my face to kiss me and then gets in his dad's car. He didn't say anything after he kisses me. He just walked off looking quite floaty. I just stood there in the doorway stunned like a deer in the headlights. I'm speechless. So I just walk slowly up the stairs and plop on my bed, jaw almost to the floor.
