ALANA'S MISTAKE ✔

Chapter 53

Elias' knife lay on the floor as they struggled. He pulled Alana's wrist high into the air and the hand where her pen knife lay was forced upwards. He clenched his fist over her hand, squeezing hard so that her palms dug into the pen knife. He smashed her hand to the ground, making it open up and the pen knife fly across the room.

'No!' cried Alana.

She grabbed at his throat, making him splutter and cough, a look of shock on his face. He raised his arm and hit her clean across the face, sending her into dizzy disorientation. He reached out for his knife, his fingers sliding along the floor but he was too far away to reach it. She stuck her own arm out, trying to reach it before he did but he pulled it back. They rolled along the floor, hitting and scratching each other.

There's nothing else to be done, she thought. I have to get the knife. A flash of something Noah always said - if you really want to hurt a guy, kick him between the legs. She had done it to Noah a few times accidentally and had seen the results. So she scrambled away from him enough to give space then pulled her right knee back then jabbed it forwards as hard as she could, right into his groin.

He let out a sound like a deflating balloon, then his face went purple and he grabbed himself. She took the opportunity to crawl over towards the knife but just as she got there she felt a sharp pain in her back. He had hit her, hard. She turned around to see his face, contorted and enraged, looming towards her. He swooped down and grabbed the knife. Her heart sank into her stomach.This is it, she thought. He's going to kill me. He stood up, wielding the knife in his hand. She stood up too.

'We never needed to get to this,' he said, breathless. 'You and I. We were supposed to be happy.'

'Happy?' she breathed.

She kept watching the knife swaying.

'Yes. Together. Happy.'

'It was a mistake, Elias. One night. Just a terrible mistake.'

'I'll never believe that,' he said. 'It was real. What we had was real.'

She felt blood oozing from her back, down her body.

'So now you're going to kill me?' he said.

'You leave me no choice. You belong in heaven, with the other angels.'

'We can get you some help. Just please, think about this ... You don't want to kill me ... Elias ...'

He sneered at her, then moved towards her, the knife pointing directly towards her chest. She jumped aside and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. He let out a groan and all she could do was grab with her hand for the knife. Her fingers hit the blade and she felt it slice into her hand. She had to get it, there was no other way.

She kicked him again in the side of the leg as hard as she could, making his knee bend suddenly. She lurched forward and grabbed for the knife with her other hand as well. She found the handle and pulled and tugged against him. He lurched around, gripping tightly. She dug her nails into his skin until his fingers loosened slightly. Then with one last almighty push she pulled the knife out of his hand.

There was no time to think, no time to prepare. She turned the knife back towards him and pushed with all her might, squeezing her eyes shut in horror at the feeling of the knife sinking into his stomach. She had to push harder, to make sure it was done, to make sure the knife sank in as far as it could. She felt him begin to fall limp in her arms. Her turned towards her, his eyes bulging and full of fear.

I stabbed him. I just stabbed him. Blood poured over her hands and onto the floor, mingling with her own. The knife stuck out of his stomach, horribly, disgustingly. She wretched as he fell to the floor, staring at her. She said nothing, just watched him fall. He had to go. It had to be done.  

He lay back, his head falling against the grey concrete, a trickle of blood falling from his mouth. She fell to her knees, overcome by weakness. He turned his head and looked at her one last time, his hands falling to his sides.

'Alana,' he whispered. 'My angel.'

With that his stare turned glassy and she knew he was gone. All she could do was drop to the floor and let the tears fall. She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that until she lifted her head which was pounding and looked around to see that she was lying in a pool of her own blood.

I have to get out. I'm bleeding. She looked over to the door then crawled towards it. She hit her hand against the open button with her last bit of strength and crawled out of the way to let the door rise open. She pulled herself along the ground with her elbows and realised she could hardly move much more. She lay on the ground, outside the garage door and tried to keep her eyes open as long as she could.

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