Keep Holding On, For Me...

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by xXxMouseBabyxXx

by xXxMouseBabyxXx

Skye's POV

I was now sitting in my motel room, contemplating on what I should do. Should I journey further? Do I turn back? I felt so bad, just leaving my family behind without so much as a text. I picked up my phone for the first time in a couple hours. I had 26 more calls! Every one of them from my mother. Shockingly there were only three voicemails.

I decided I'd call them back. But first I wanted to listen to the voicemails, so I knew if they were pissed or not. I opened up my voicemail and played the first message.

"Skye, please call us back. We are worried sick! We aren't upset with you sweetheart. We just need to know that you're alright." Ok so they weren't mad, that was good. I continued to the second message.

"Sweetheart, please call us back! It's Jayy!! You need to get the the hospital! Please call me back! He needs you sweetheart. He won't sleep until you get here! Please hurry!" Oh no! what have you gotten yourself into Jayy? I quickly pushed next, hoping the next message was to tell me he'll be ok. At first there was silence, and then..

"Skye, I..... I'm sorry," Jayy caughed, sending me through a fit of rage and tears. "I... I don't know what came over me.... I need you. Please, please come back. I... I...." the message ended! Fuck! What was he going to say? What happened!? I should have been there! Jayy, please hold on! I'm coming!

I grabbed my bags and ran through the door. I had to get to Jayy, and fast! I hailed a cab, giving him the name of the only hospital he could have been at. I texted my mom 'On my way!' and hoped I wasn't too late. "Can you please step on it?"

Jayy's POV

"Awe come on Jayy, not gunna fight back? You're taking all the fun out of this. I can't wait till your little emo girl comes back, I know she'll be here for your funeral. The things I plan on doing to her." he smiled, that was it! I couldn't just let him kill me! I had to do it, for Skye.

I threw him off me. He lunged at me, throwing the knife into my shoulder. I let out a loud shriek. He pulled the knife from my arm and tried stabbing me in the neck. I grabbed his wrist, our strength battling with the knife. He was a bit stronger than I was. The knife was getting closer and I only had one arm to work with. The knife inched closer, poking at the side of my neck.

We struggled for a few minutes, the knife undecided who would win. James pushed it further, cutting the side of my neck. I felt the blood slipping to the floor. I couldn't die! Not now!!

I threw him off me once more, this time I rolled him onto his stomach, pulling his arms behind his back. I didn't care that my arm was starting to get numb. Luckily for me, Skye's parents heard my screams and got to my room just in time.

"Get the duct tape from the shelf to your right! Hurry!" Her dad pulled it from the shelf and began wrapping it tightly around James's wrists and arms, making sure he couldn't get out. James was kicking and screaming psychotically. I held down his legs as her dad wrapped layers upon layers of tape around his legs. His dad then sat him up and started taping him to my bed post.

"Get him to the hospital now, Liz! I'm calling the cops!" That was the last thing I heard before the darkness took over. I couldn't fight it any longer.