With trembling hands, she raised it high and waited for the right timing. Her heart racing for miles. The guy's back facing her. Their distance closing in a few feet. Her hands were starting to sweat by the seconds. Her aim was for the head, she hoped it would only leave the victim in a state of confusion giving her enough time to scream for help.
Trying not to be scared, she sure is failing as she hesitated to make the simple gesture of banging the shoe on his head. Option A was only to find more time, budgeting it wisely. Leaving him vulnerable while she calls for help. Balancing the given outcome of having both sides succeed. But what would happen if her plan fails? Surely she doesn't want to know. But if the plan succeeds, what if she accidentally makes him unconscious for a long time? His skull might be cracked and it would be her fault. Trying to explain it to the cops is fearsome, and explaining it to the court is beyond that. Nobody wants to be in jail.
But she needs to protect herself. If she doesn't execute her plan, chances are, it would be a possibility for the stranger to choke her to death. Jane shook away those thoughts of dying in his hands. She was only trying to defend herself, there's nothing wrong with that.
She gulped hard. This will be added to her not-so-good list of experiences later. Her eyes were filled with bravery and her mind in chaos due to her choice. As she was about to swing the object in his head, instantly, the man turned around, a knife was held in his grasp.
She felt vulnerable this time. Her hands were still up in the air. Her brave eyes were now filled with fear. Feeling like a deer being exposed. The white-haired did the same thing. It was either he too was in total shock or he knew she was there the whole time.
They both were staring at each other. Not letting out a shriek or sound. Her common sense abandoning her. Her mouth was slightly agape, eyes widening as she could not dissolve what was happening. Her plan failed. Option B is surely happening. She doesn't want to die yet. She still hasn't experienced getting married for Pete's sake. Her hopes and dreams won't be thrown down the drain just because of a fucking stab in the gut. No, she still wants to live her life.
Jane clearly saw his full face that was not covered by his bangs. She saw his expression full of anger and hatred when he knew she saw him. It would certainly be trouble if she told his identity to the cops. He needs to dispose of her quickly to avoid that. Tears were threatening to fall down her cheeks. She saw the knife was about to swing at her. Her reflexes kicked in and she promptly tried to block her face using her arms.
As the man was about to stab her, he stopped without even knowing why. He felt something similar happened long ago. Memories flashed before his eyes and he couldn't move his hands. He saw Jane's shaking form.
Jane expected to feel the pain of experiencing being stabbed. She prayed for help. To her surprise, nothing happened. She only felt some unknown remnants being thrown on her cheeks. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes - only to see that the knife only inches closer to her face. She jumped when she saw his intimidating expression. She noticed that the knife has chocolate on it. Confused, she tried to look at him and regretted afterward when she saw the fury in his eyes. His face was unemotional as he kept staring at her. As if threatening her to death if she ever speaks about his identity.
Her prayers earlier were answered when she heard police cars pulling up. This alarmed the man. They both looked at the door in the living room and heard voices coming closer. He emitted a 'tsk'. It was so sudden when he brought the knife closer to her face and made a small slit near her left eye. Blood was oozing out and it stained the knife. He immediately made his way toward the window and opened it. Jane was too scared to even stop him from escaping until it was too late. The man carried the knife with him. She couldn't comprehend what happened. She looked back at the counter and saw the leftover cake. It was half eaten. It seemed that the man came here and almost ate all of the chocolate cake from the fridge using the knife.
She heard the door being opened. Other than Brent, she heard some unfamiliar voices. One was a male and the other was a female. She presumed it was the cops. When Brent noticed Jane was in the kitchen, quickly, he ran towards her. The police followed afterward.
Flicking on the switch they saw the mess in the kitchen. Jane was only standing and staring aimlessly at the opened window. Brent shook her shoulders.
"What the actual hell happened here Jane! And is that...b-blood." Jane saw the frightened male backing up. She still felt the blood flowing. Her hands tried to touch her wound and expected that there would be blood on her fingers, she also noticed there was also chocolate. Her left cheek had some chocolate remnants and to the upper side was the slit. Brent took his handkerchief out and lent it to her.
"Go use it to clean yourself. After that, we'll explain everything to the police what happened."
"Actually, can we do it this morning? I kinda need to rest for a bit." Jane exclaimed, wiping carefully the blood from her cheeks. In truth, she wanted to forget everything earlier and pretend nothing happened. But she knew she'd have to explain it to the cops eventually. In the meantime, all she wanted was to rest and sleep. If she can ever sleep.
"Don't worry ma'am, we're here to make sure everyone is safe from harm. You can take your sleep. We just have to investigate here for a few minutes then we'll be going. Just call us if you're ready to tell everything, we'll be patient." The female cop said. She held a camera close to her. Brent nodded then assisted Jane to clean herself.
"Do what you must. I hope you'll catch the suspect sooner."
"We'll do our best."
When Brent was out of the two cop's view. Both of them nodded at each other then started investigating the area. The male took down notes on his journal while the female took a picture of almost everything of the area. She saw remnants of chocolates scattered on the counter.
"Hmm, it seemed he ate a portion of the cake." She mumbled to herself, taking a shot of the cake from her camera. She looked around and saw a shoe was laying on the ground. She took a picture of it too. "How ya doing there Bob, got any clue?"
Bob nodded and pointed his finger at the opened window. Bob was the quiet type. He wouldn't talk much. He's a man of few words. The female took a picture of the window as well. She looked out the window. The moon shined and she felt the breezy air. The cop let out a sigh and she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I know bud. It's the fifth time this week. Things are getting worse faster than we've expected. But I'm positively sure we'll catch him. We caught him once, and we'll catch him again." Bob once again nodded at her statement. They knew they'll catch him one way or another. For now, they just have to rest and prepare the questions in the morning.
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