Nathan's Fake Girlfriend ✓

Chapter 26

We spent the entire weekend together alone inside of his house. We fell asleep on my bed and then woke up together and watched movies or played video games.

In almost no time, Monday came around with its gloomy mood. Nathan drove me to school and I went straight to my classes.

Throughout the day we acted more as a couple then we did before, mostly because it felt more like reality then it did as putting up an act.

Chelsea kept giving me sly looks and smirks. Every time I caught her staring at me she would giggle. As if she knew something I didn't.

I asked to go to the bathroom during the class before lunch.

I needed to make sure the makeup on my face that covered up the bruises was still there.

I walked down the quiet empty hallway,  the only sound that was heard was the sound of my converses slapping on the floor.

I turned a corner and someone slapped a hand on my mouth and pulled me closer to them so my back was touching their chest.

My eyes widened and I tried to get out of their grip.

One of their arms was on my stomach, holding me in place and the other was clamped over my mouth.

All my screams and pleads for help were muffled by the strong hand covering my mouth.

I struggled in their grip and couldn't get out of it.

"Shhhh, it'll be over soon." The person whispered in my ear.

It's a males voice. It doesn't seem familiar though. It's definitely not Nathan.

This made me panic even more. I thrashed and tried to kick and punch. I got nowhere with that.

His grip only tightened on me as I struggled.

He started to walk and then quickly shoved me inside of the janitors closet. He slammed the janitors closet door shut and the light was no longer visible.

He pushed me up against the wall and let go of my mouth.

Before I can let out a scream, he started to talk in a low voice.

"If you scream or make a noise I will fucking stab you." He said as he pushed his body closer to mine.

He pulled out a knife from his back pocket and then slowly ran it down my face cheek.

If he pushed just a bit more, the sharp blade would slice through my skin.

He has a knife. He's going to kill me.

I whimpered as tears streamed down my face.

"Got that? So don't think about it. I am not afraid to stab you until you ducking bleed out." He said as he held his knife so it was grazing my throat.

"Understand?" He asked in a low voice.

I slowly nodded.