Unbreakable

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Don’t be Making a Porno Now

            “No please don’t!” I whimpered, clutching my hands above my head and leaning into the wall which held my weak body from collapsing against the hard tile floor. I was pinned against this wall with the horrid site watching a man rape a woman in front of my very eyes. It was a hostage situation gone wrong. My mission was simple, I was to save the woman and get out of there. The man who held her was an evil man. He was wanted for the murder of three women, all of which he raped and beat to death before cutting off their limbs and mailing them to the families. We were close to putting him behind bars when a tip brought me here. I was stuck watching him do it while I was cuffed and bared to the wall.

            I tried taking in my surroundings but couldn’t see past the horrid site in front of my vary eyes. The man bludgeoned the woman out of consciousness and then smiled a horrific smile at me.

            “You’re next beautiful,” he snide walking to me and touching my cheek with his bloody fingers. My body erupted with goosbumps and I wanted to throw up. I swallowed the bile in my throat and spit at the man. He pulled my hair, snapping my neck back and blurring my vision. I saw black spots as he punched me in the stomach.

            “A little fighter I have here,” he said licking his lips from my jaw to the base of my ear.

            “Get the fuck away from me,” I growled through clenched teeth. I knew that Brez was on his way. I should have never come alone but my stubbornness got the best of me. He bunched me again before unbuttoning the top button of my dress blouse. He ran his still bloody fingers along the tops of my breasts and leaned down to snake his tongue along them. I gathered enough courage and strength and brought my knees up to my chest, connecting with his body and jolting him backwards.

            He growled at me and came at me again, this time; his hands grabbed my hair and pulled my neck taunt. I could feel the strain on my spine as he kept the hold on me. Just as before, my vision blurred and I couldn’t breathe. He was going to kill me and I knew it. I inhaled a deep breath before it went dark—

            “Hope wake up! Wake up please you’re scaring me!” I heard the voice in the distance but couldn’t will myself to open my eyes. “Hope, come on now wake up!” the voce came again.

            I realized I was lying down and my eyes shot open. I sat straight up in the bed which was now covered in sweat before I realized it was all just a dream, I looked around the room grabbing for my gun but it wasn’t there. I shot up out of the bed and away from the person laying in it with me.  It was Jeremy and it was all just a really bad dream. I pulled my tank top up and wiped my forehead, drawing a wet mark from it. I didn’t say anything to Jeremy whose eyes were wide and he was looking at me with concern.

            My heartbeat didn’t slow. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Holy shit! What a dream! I racked it in my brain for a while before splashing some cold water on my face and drying it with a hand towel. I fixed my disheveled hair before walking back into the room where a very concerned Jeremy laid on the bed. When he heard me walking into the room, he shot up out of the bed and came to my side.

            “Are you okay?” he asked.

            “Yes, I believe so. It was just a bad dream,” I reassured looking down at my sweat covered bed. I glanced at the alarm clock on the side table. We had only been asleep for three hours, yet I had no desire to fall back into that horrible dream. I didn’t want to keep him up, but I knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep. He was that kind of person.  At two in the morning there wasn't a whole lot on television but I turned it on anyway just to get some background noise into the house. The silence was giving me an eerie feeling as I walked to the kitchen. Once the TV was on, it seemed to go away slowly. I turned on the Kurig and brewed myself a personal cup of hot chocolate before opening the fridge and grabbing the left over pasta from dinner. I threw it into the microwave and it dinged just as the hot chocolate was finish brewing.