Phases Eight

Phase 6 Falling for her

You think death is better than life? Back off everyone, you haven't even got a hint about it.

I left my parents at the age of fourteen. Started racing at sixteen. Won a race and got my first bike from my parents at seventeen. Will got married at twenty one. Jeanne was born when I was twenty three. Selena died at twenty five and now I will die at thirty.

Jake's brain showed him a quick flash of memories starting from his childhood. This usually happens at the time of death, and he was experiencing it right then. Jake gave up his efforts to struggle and beg to live. He left the decision to the metal on his throat. His breathing calmed and his heart beat at a normal pace. He looked at the ceiling to divert himself from the thought of dying.

Amelia got some lovely chandeliers hanging in the mansion.

One centimeter of the kitchen knife was already plunged into his throat, which made him wince in anguish. Stream of blood gushed down his chest, staining his white shirt. Jake could've screamed for help, but he didn't want to when a knife was struck right below his throat. Waves of agony spread all over his body, giving him a bitter feeling that death would be a better option.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you speed it up? Let me die" Jake was barely able to talk, making his words sound like a whisper.

"What is the fun in dying instantly? You seemed to be a good company in this short period, so let me enjoy your company until you die" said Nick. Those were the worst last words one could hear at the time of death.

Jake tried recalling the thirty years of his life again, and observed that his life had nothing other than bikes, races, fights and drinks. On the contrary, where he thought Will was wasting his life, had numerous things to cherish- Love, Wife, and a beautiful child who meant the world to him. Jake was the one, wasting his life. For once, he regretted why he didn't have a life for himself.

Jake snapped out of his thoughts, as something unexpected happened. Nick's hands trembled. His eyes turned red, which apparently showed that he was getting drowsy. He yanked his arm, pulling out the knife from Jake's throat.

"No..This shouldn't be happening. Amy, I'm going to kill you" grunted Nick.

How can he kill Amelia, when they share the same body?

Jake didn't give it a second thought, because killing Amy in the perspective of Nick, involved something more than knives and flying kicks. Nick dropped the knife, and his legs collapsed.

"Nooo..." he roared before passing out on the wooden floor.

Being kidnapped wasn't something new for Jake. He had been in body bags, cardboard boxes and trunks of old and smelly cars. Luckily, the training he received from people before entering the streets saved him from such situations. Escaping from ropes were a piece of cake, when he didn't have a black eye or a sliced throat.

It took an hour for Jake to remove the rope wrapped around his body. The bruise below his throat wasn't dangerously deep, and the bleeding stopped. It was his eye that kept hurting relentlessly.He wanted escape out of the mansion at once, but his mind insisted to look back at the unconscious Amy.

Observing her face for a minute, Jake confirmed that Nick was gone. The dark circles below her eyes disappeared and her stiff facial muscles loosened. She lay on the floor like a innocent child. Scratch that. She was an innocent child, who didn't remember things done by her. Jake frowned while limping towards the living room, carrying a motionless body.

Carefully Jake lay her on the living room couch. As he yanked his arm which was below her legs, Amy flung her arm around Jake's neck and pulled him close.