The Mechanic

Chapter Forty-three - "Air."

"The Mechanic"

Chapter Forty-three

'Air'

Scene...

Continuing

Demi's POV

The door crashed into the wall behind it, ricocheting forward as it leaned crookedly on its damaged hinges. Instantly, just at the sight of Wilmer, I knew he was severely drunk. His eyes moved slowly, his gait at a slant. As he stood there in that doorway, there was a moment that he remained completely still. This moment, more than any of the others in the past, was the most horrifying moment of my life. Wilmer was not the same man.

This was a monster.

He parted his lips, slowly lifting his chin, his voice a deep growl.

"I want you back."

"No," I whimpered, my stomach knotted in fear.

"Demi-," he took a step near me, and right when he moved, I screamed. "I'm taking you back."

In a flash, he was charging straight for me, and I let out a sound I didn't know I could make.

His steps were heavy; loud in my ears.

"Run," I heard, and only then did I remember that the phone was still pressed to my ear, and Joseph was still there.

There was no hesitation.

I stood from the floor as quickly as I could, hoping to use Wilmer's intoxication to my advantage. My heart was pounding, my face wet with tears, my mind scattered without a plan. I bolted, trying to get around him and out of that bathroom.

But I wasn't fast enough.

The second I was close, he grabbed me, locking his arms around my shoulders.

"No!" I screamed, and in my struggle, my phone flew out of my hand, crashing to the floor and shattering the screen. I strained and I resisted, but I couldn't break his hold.

He tightened his grip, pinning my arms to my sides and screaming into my ear.

"You fucking left!" His speech was slurred. "And I'm taking you back!"

He threw me against the bathroom counter, his force so powerful that I'd hit the edge gut first. Instantly, my stomach was filled with stinging pain. His attacks never ceased, as he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me upright against his chest.

"I gave you everything," he said, and as he held me there, my pleas for him to stop were ignored.

"Will-,"

"You cheated on me." Right then, as he held my hair, he forced my head forward, slamming it into the bathroom mirror. The glass shattered, and blood began spilling down my forehead. I saw stars, became dizzy.

Jerking me back, he locked an arm around my neck, dragging me out of the bathroom. Immediately out of panic, I began clawing at his arm, struggling for air.

"Will," I forced out, but it sounded like nothing.

I felt like nothing.

He dragged me down the hall, and rapidly, everything around me began to spin.

"I'm supposed to have you," Wilmer yelled. "Not him!"

I could feel myself going limp; the spinning room began to darken. I could feel my heart rate slowing, I could feel my lungs caving. And right then, as I was absolutely certain that this day would be my last one alive, all I could think about was Joseph.