Escape

It Was Self-Defence

Amar's POV

"What are you doing here, Lynch?"

"You weren't answering my calls. I was worried." He explained.

I scoffed. "You can drop the act."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? I thought something had happened to you!"

I shook my head. "Stop, Lynch, or whomever you are."

I saw his eyes widened for a nanosecond, but he regained his composure and smirked. "Have you been drinking? I'm Tyler."

"Cut the bullshit. Harry told me everything."

He dropped the smirk and looked at me with a deadly stare. "Harry, huh? Harry wasn't supposed to say anything."

I tried to keep my voice from cracking as I said, "You need to leave. Now."

I started closing the door, but he slammed his hand on it to stop me. I placed both of my hands on the door and fought to close it. Tyler was stronger than me and forced the door open. I stumbled back, and he stepped inside, slamming the door closed. The rattle surged through the house.

I took steps back, but he advanced me slowly like a predator stalks its prey.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, babe, but I will if you don't do what I say." He held his hand out to me. "Now, come with me."

I looked around for something I could hit him with when my eyes landed on Alyzea's expensive flower vase.

Tyler followed my gaze and chuckled. "I wouldn't do that if I was you."

"You should know I'm not one to take someone's orders." I grabbed the vase, but he was quick to lunge at me.

I tried to aim the vase towards his head, but he quickly knocked my hand aside, making the vase drop a few feet behind him. I flailed my arms around as he tried to get a grip on them. When I saw an opening, I slapped him and pushed him away. I ran for the stairs, but Tyler was quick to yank me by the hair.

"I'm not done with you, bitch!" He sneered in my ear.

I struggled against his grip on my hair, but finally turned around and punched him straight in the nose.

He groaned in pain and held a hand to his nose. "That wasn't very nice of you."

"Yeah, well this isn't either!" I screamed and pushed him. My eyes widened as he lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs. A heavy snap filled the empty house as he was halfway down. He landed at the bottom of the stairs with a loud thud that shook the walls and floor.

"Oh my gosh..." I whispered as I watched red blood start coiling around Tyler's head. I rushed down the stairs and knelt in front of Tyler. I was hesitant to place my fingers on his neck.

Nothing.

"Oh my gosh. No, no, no!" I placed both my hands on his chest and started pushing down, trying to mimic the doctors in Grey's Anatomy. I stopped pushing down on his chest and wrapped my hands around his head, warm and wet blood covering my hands. "No! Come on, Lynch! Breathe!"

I fumbled my hands into my pockets until I found my phone. I went to Harry's contact and called him, not caring that my phone was getting bloody. I put my phone between my shoulder and ear, feeling the blood stick to my cheek.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." I murmured as I kept pushing down on Tyler's chest.

On the third ring, he picked up. "Hey!"

"I need your help!' I said and placed the phone down and put him on speaker.

"Amar, what's going on?" He asked, worry laced in his voice.