Secret Sister

Chapter Forty-Two

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Chapter Forty-Two

John noticed the flickering of my eyes and stopped short, “You’d get hurt more by the glass than you would from me” He warned. 

My hand was still searching and my eyes tried to roam the room while still keeping track of every movement and twitch made by John. Nothing could be used against him. I hadn’t felt the need to make the room fell at home again since moving back in. With only such a short time I figured there was no point. 

I regret that decision. 

If I get out of this alive, I promised myself, I am not coming back. 

I noticed the lamp in the corner behind him. A plan found its way in my head, with John as close as he was, I couldn’t get to the window let alone unlock it. I don’t have the agility nor expertise to jump through that window without scraping against broken pieces that would be stuck to the frame. I’d probably knock myself out landing on the ground. 

And that would only make me an easier target. 

I knew that the phone in my pocket would be of no use to me just yet, once I was out of this room and in safe distance from John, that was when I’d use it. Throwing it at his head would be no help even if it made his fall back an inch. But knowing my arm he’d catch the stupid thing and break it between his fingers. 

Why didn’t I ask Harry to collect me from here? If I could hold of John another half hour Harry could have been my knight in shining armour, knocking at the door, instead, I promised to meet him there. A dumb decision. I should have known that testing the boundaries was never a good idea, I thought for some reason things would have to of changed now, I was the boss, I hard the upper hand because I stood my ground a few times. But I had stretched the elastic band to far and now it was springing back harder than ever. 

“What are you going to do?” I asked him, my voice shook slightly but I regained it, taking a deep breath and straightening my posture. 

I’m not going down without a fight. I told myself. You can crawl into a ball and take whatever he throws, or you can fight, if you plan this right, you can make it out with minimal damages. Whats a punch to the face next to countless? 

I took a deep breath as John smirked, fear crept into my spine but I attempted to ignore it clenching my own fists. “I’d rather show you” I gulped and he clearly noticed his smirk only growing. 

Its fight or flight. You have seconds to pick one. 

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I faked a run to the left towards the door and the stupid buffoon fell for it while I ran to the right to not only the window but the bed and lamp. John caught up in seconds and charged at full speed capturing me in his arms trapping them at my sides. I squirmed and kicked reminding myself of every horror movie I’d ever seen. I kicked his shin in the battle and he loosened his grip slightly but it was enough for my squirming figure to squeeze out.