Forever yours

Chapter 5 - Thomas

Thomas hadn't been in a lot of life threatening situations before, so it was hard for him to truly know what he was feeling. Was it fear he felt? Maybe nervous? He wasn't panicking, but maybe that was because he didn't really have a lot of space to panic with that sharp blade pressing against his throat.

A sharp stinging line grew under the blade, which informed Thomas that the blade had broken his skin.

Was it possible to not feel anything? Or maybe it felt like that because he was too overwhelmed by everything?

First, he noticed the smell of his attacker. It was a natural smell mixed with human sweat. Not like the stinky gym socks kinda sweat, but the natural human scent without the deodorant or parfum.

Next he noticed the long slender fingers that were holding his left arm in a strong grip against his back. His attacker was definitely a woman, no man would have hands like those. They were strong and yet gentle, which was kind of odd considering she was holding a knife against his throat. Apart from her slender hands, her breasts pressing against his back were also a good indicator of her female anatomy. Thomas guessed she was about his height.

"Who are you?" She angrily hissed against his ear.

"I could ask you the same thing," he grunted, unable to speak properly with the pressure against his vocal cords.

"Did he hurt you?" The question was almost a demand.

Before anyone could even answer, the newcomer almost exploded in anger. "Is that blood on your arm?!"

Luna's lips were pressed onto each other in a thin line. Her eyes had turned huge and her whole face screamed 'busted'. It would've been comical if Thomas wasn't held at knifepoint. His younger friend's reaction confused him though. Was she being held captive or not?

Those thoughts were quickly interrupted when the blade pressed even harder against Thomas's throat.

"I. Will. Cut. Your. Head. Off." She threatened.

Her grip had gotten tighter in her boiling rage and Thomas was now gasping for air.

"Mykayla, stop!" Luna yelled, running forwards and pulling on the arm that was starting to behead him. "You're killing him, stop. Please," she begged, her head tilted to the side with a look that he couldn't clearly define, but it made her eyes blaze.

The constraint around his neck loosened but his attacker didn't entirely let go. She intentionally stayed a step too close to him and her knife was still lingering close enough to be dangerous. Now that it wasn't pressed against his throat he realized how long and sharp the blade looked. Thomas' hand reached for his throat to wipe away the little trail of blood, and was almost thankful, because there was no way this woman didn't know exactly how much pressure she had put against it - he was certain he would've been dead otherwise.

"Did he do that to you?" The woman asked again in that same demanding tone. Her voice was quite rough for a girl, it cracked as if it hadn't been used in a long time. That and the raspy undertone didn't help making her sound friendlier.

"No, I tripped in the woods." Luna was walking back to the kitchen counter. "He was helping me, he's a friend. I've told you about Thomas before, remember?" Luna explained in a casual -even a bit of an annoyed- tone.

"Thomas, as in the guy who lost his fiancée on his wedding day?"

Luna nodded and turned around to sit down on one of the chairs around the table.

"You can step away, Mykayla. He's a sweet and caring guy, can't even hurt a fly if he tried," Luna spoke nonchalantly while she was fidgeting with the bandages. The statement stung a bit, even though it could've easily been a compliment.