Escape

Mia

"Rick, please!" Mia cries, as blood runs down her face from the opened wound on her head. She was gasping now; her ribs must have broken when Rick kicked her. Blood spouts out of her mouth as she coughs, stumbling to the corner of her studio, her stapler held up in defense.

"Don't you beg, you little bitch. Is that what you do when you're sleeping with him?" He growls, raising the knife he holds to her eye level.

"Rick," she cries, warm tears streaming down her bloodied face.

He lunges at her and she swatts the stapler at him as best she can, managing to scrape him across his arm before he throws his hand up in defense. He quickly smacks it to the ground, hard enough to throw Mia halfway through the window.

Warm blood oozes through her once white sweater as she gasps at the new pain as thousands of pieces of glass pierce her body. He yanks her forward and carves a long line down either side of her face, she cries out feeling as if her head will explode from the pain.

"Now who will think you attractive?" his voice is dripping with menace. Mia kicks him as hard as she can in the groin, causing him to howl with rage and double over.

She runs. Her hands are slick with blood as she fumbles with the doorknob. Finally, she is able to open it. She sprints out the door only to be yanked back in by her hair and roughly thrown onto the stairs that lead to the second floor. The door slamms as Rick turns to her, a murderous rage lighting up his eyes.

I'm going to die.  Was the last thing Mia thought before she is yanked to the middle of the foyer where Rick pulls the gun on her. She stares down the barrel, knowing that it will be the last thing she will ever see.