Knife in Hand, He Called My Name

Chapter 15- Move back!

After Jowell wiped his hand on the kitchen towel he released a sigh. Oh no! I started panicking; my heart was beating twice as fast, almost skipping a beat when he took a step forward towards me.

“Don’t move” I ordered, trying ever so hard not to pass out from the sudden rush of blood draining my face. I held onto the back of the chair, stabilising myself.

“Or what?” he questioned, “I’m not scared of you Rena, but I have to admit I’m enjoying this” he replies making a hand gesture towards the knife and my legs, my knees almost buckled when he said that, he was sick, mentally sick. “What are you going to do……. Stab me?” He questioned, laughing at this own sick joke. I didn’t utter a word, still to shocked to believe he was so calm about this whole episode. I had a feeling this knife would not help me at all, but I had to try, I was fed up of being locked, tied and bound.

“Listen to me..” He offered but I cut him short.

“No, not anymore you bastard” I all but shout, a little more than shocked at my own outburst “I’ve had enough and its about time I leave”. That’s it, show no fear!

He smiles, that all too familiar one “Put the knife down and we can continue with our breakfast, or….” he suggested, my heart was beating so fast, as if I ran a marathon.

“Or?” I questioned, stupid girl! Sometimes I just could help keeping my mouth shut. How stupid of me!

“Or…..”he chuckled, “Or you run, I will catch you. And when I do there’s no telling what I’ll do to you” he whispered, I was frozen in place. Our eyes met, mine wide and terrified, his cold and venomous.

I was more frightened than before. Shit! What had I gotten myself into? Surely this wasn’t the first time he had a knife pointed towards him and I sure as hell knew it wasn’t going to be the last either. I was doomed. Unable to control myself I whimpered, in front of him, blatantly showing my sign of weakness.

A tear rolled down my cheek, I wiped it away angrily. There was no flipping way I was turning back now. It was pretty clear that both Nicole and his other partner weren’t around so it was a fair one against one battle. Raising my knife a little higher, I pointed it at him, “Where are the key’s?” I asked, shacking with fear and excitement all at once. If this all played out well than I was on my merry way home, but if it didn’t I was doomed. “And don’t you dare lie to me!” I warned him. My hands were loosening on the grip of the knife, it felt as heavy as a brick, but I readjusted it in my sweaty hand.

He took a bunch of keys out of his back pocket and threw it on the counter a small distance away from me, I looked up at him and he was smiling, I knew that smile all too well, it was a smile that said “Go on I’d like to see you try and escape!”. I averted direct eye contact; he was making me weak and very scared.

Here at that moment I was confused, I was aware that I had asked him for the keys but what I didn’t contemplate was that between us both, only he knew which keys went to which door. On top of that I had no idea if he had any spare keys, there sure as hell was no telling what he’d do.

I moved a step forward in order to pick up the keys, but stopped, knife still raised in my hand. By the looks of it there was a possibility that if I took those few steps forward towards him he’d make a grab for me, “Move back! And stay where you fucking are,” I ordered. In response he smiled and moved back, who’s the bigger person now huh?

After taking the keys, I moved back, this time my back facing the nearest exit. I hated to admit this even to myself but I was confused, really confused. I had no idea what to do next. If I ran to the door he would easily chase after me, but if I didn’t run and I locked some doors successfully then I would never be too sure is he’d still catch me, perhaps with spare keys, after all this was a place he knew all too well.