The King

chapter 34

Mandy's hand clamped over my mouth and she held a finger to her lips. I obeyed her command, too shocked to not. The thundering hits to the door stopped, and her hand dropped. Mandy went to look at the peep hole in the door. The dark room added to the eerie sense of danger prevalent in the air. As she neared it the pounding returned, but this time it was louder.

"DAWN!" I heard a voice that I never wanted to hear again, and I felt gravity dragging my body down as it became too weak to stand up on its own. "I know you're in there! The minute I get my hands on you, you're dead!"

Mandy ran over to my kneeling form, "Honey..." she whispered. "You need to mind link your mate." I shook my head at her words.

"He won't care," I whispered back as I looked at her with tear-hung lashes. "There isn't much time either. My father is only a mere few seconds away from us, Lucas is seven hours away."

She bit her lip in contemplation. "We can't stay here," she stated the obvious. She got up and held her open palm in front of my face. "We have to go."

I placed my clammy hand into hers and lifted myself up. I looked back to the door which was still being pounded on upon. She pushed past the mess in her apartment and guided me towards her bedroom, but my attention was fixed solely on the door that looked about ready to fly off its hinges. She quickly shoved me in and turned to look at her bedroom door. She rested against it, trying to collect herself as I watched her panicked form. She glanced at me before gulping slightly and pushing her self off the wood and walking slowly to her window. Glancing down at it.

"Fuck..." She muttered and rubbed the crinkles on her forehead that most probably accumulated from stress.

"What is it?"

She closed her eyes, "Fire escape is in the living room. Not in here."

"Then let's go to the living room," I said, not seeing what exactly the issue was here.

"Dawn." She started. "The front door is about to fly off. I don't think we'd have enough time."

I shook my head at her words. "No, I'm not going to wait for him to come in when we have a chance to get out using the fire escape."

"That's too risky Dawn!" She tried reasoning with me.

Deep quiet sank in the room, I heard the quiet ticks coming from Mandy's clock. The pounding ceased. After a moment we both had seemed to realize two different scenarios.

"Is he gone?" I spoke out, cutting the silence with the sharp tone in my whisper.

She shook her head, strands of her hair fell out from her bun. "I wouldn't trust him to have." She said.

I was forming a plan in my head, no doubt a severely idiotic one. But a plan nonetheless. "Here's what we're going to do." I started and she stared at me. "He's here for me, not you. I can't guarantee it, but his attention is going to be on me." The words ached my heart as I said with them. "You are going to stay in here and call the police. I'll make my way towards the fire escape-"

"No." She shook her head. "I am not letting you anywhere near your father."

"Mandy!" I pleaded. "What else can we do!?" And she remained silent, she couldn't figure out a plan either.

I took her silence as an answer, my hand found the knob and I turned the lock. I breathed heavily as I stepped out of the room, Mandy's phone screen illuminated light on her face as she dialed 911. I turned and moved away from the door. Inching closer to the living room, as my heart beat in my throat. I was aware of every sound in the room, even the slightest creak that would result from my steps on the wooden floor.