Jason Voorhees's Girl

CHAPTER 6

My heart dropped into my stomach.  My body quivered in fear. My palms became sweaty, anticipation coursed through my vains. There in broad daylight, stood one of my bullies. He thought I was his servant at school, and sometimes abused me because he was mad. All the pain and memory of him came back. He smiled a twisted smile of cruelty. I needed help, and fast. The only problem was I didn't know where Jason was. "So this is where you ran away to? Tsk, tsk." He swatted at a tree branch. "Away from me? Your Master?" He snickered. A lump in my throat that had begun to swell while he was talking to me. I swallowed hard. "Your not my master." I responded weakly. His twisted smile turned into a cold frown, his eyes no longer filled with delight but pure hatred. I swallowed nervously again. He stomped towards me in an angry fit. "You want to test that theory?!" He raged. My eyes widened, I gasped in fear. I ducked under his attempt to grab my hair. His arm swung around to grab nothing but the air. This infuriated him further. My mind raced with thoughts of how I was going to escape him. But every plan came with a flaw. I sprinted as fast as I could to get away, but he was right on me. If I turned and created obstacles, that might create some distance between us, but it would take me time to get over them too. The patch of bear traps was too far to run to in time. He was gaining on me, I needed to do something, and fast. He was within an arm lengths stretch to grab me. I was desperate at this point. "JASON!!!" I called out desperately. "No one here to save you sweetheart, face it!" he yelled. My heart shrank, I was losing all hope of ever being ok again. "JASON!!! HELP ME!!!!" I called out again. Tears began to stream my face. I couldn't go back to the way things were, then I'd really wish to be dead. I didn't know how much longer I could run from him.