Stuck With Him

Chapter seven [ 7 ]

Chapter seven: Sinners and Saints

Sleeping is awesome. You never really appreciate sleep until you haven't slept well in over 48 hours. When I left London, I was too messed up to sleep. Then I got here and met Jax and we all know what happened then. I took advantage of Jax's absence and was now curled up in one of the bedrooms neither Jax nor I had used. As I slept happily, I didn't notice a dark shadow opening the door and letting himself in. It crept up next to my bed and leaned closer and closer to my face...

I woke up to find a terrifying Laughing Clown mask two inches from my face. I shrieked and punched the thing in the face. It groaned in pain as I climbed up from my bed and sprinted to the hallway. Soon, the masked vigilante followed. I ran through the kitchen and only stopped to get a knife. When the clown got too close to my liking, I stuck the knife on the clown's sleeve and pinned it to the wall. It didn't have the effect I had hoped it would: The clown sadly just ripped off his sleeve and followed me faster than I had predicted.

In the living room it finally got a hold of me. I put up a hell of an fight: I bit, I scratched, I hit, I kicked, I pulled and I poked. Even when I was pinned to the ground, my hands were pressed to my back and someone's knee was pushing me to the ground, I continued to struggle.

"Damn, girl, you've got some moves", he said sounding surprised and sort of impressed, too.

I recognized the voice. "Jax?" I groaned.

"Who else?"

I was breathing heavily and tried to wrap my head around the bizarre situation I was in. "You are really lame. You can't even do the old 'scare at night' prank right."

"And yet you ran like hell", Jax said sounding smug. Ugh, that boy, I tell you...

"Clowns freak me out."

"Good to know."

As a response I tried to kick him, but I nearly pulled my arms out of their sockets in the process. "Don't struggle so much or you'll break your arms", Jax recommended. He pressed his finger on my neck and tried my pulse. "Jeez, your heart is racing like crazy. Take it easy. It was just a harmless prank. You're safe, princess."

"I almost had a heart attack, you idiot!" I snapped and would have given a lot to be able to slap him. I hate feeling helpless and right then and there I was exactly that. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything.

"No sympathy here. I just spend an entire hour ripping my things of the common room's roof. How the hell did you even get them up there? The roof is way up and you're not that tall." Jax released his grip on me and I slowly dragged myself back up. He offered me a hand to pull me up but I ignored the gesture and simply shot him a look as I got up on my own. A hint of amusement flashed across his face but he didn't say anything.

"What time is it?"

Jax checked his phone. "Quarter to five. I'm so pissed that you got to sleep all the time I was gone. Why don't I ever see you busy at work? Have you given up on your little blog?"

I huffed. "Please. I'll write my entry today."

Jax scoffed contemptuously."I still can't believe that people actually pay for that."

"Yes, well, I'm sure there are a lot of things you can't understand", I snapped. I'm really sensitive when it comes to my writing although being an author, you need a thick skin. Or more like an armor, really. I'm just so sick of hearing how writing isn't a real job. It does seem to pay my bills just fine, though.

"Seriously, how do you live on a blogger's salary?"

"I also write professionally to a publishing company. Short stories mostly but I'm planning on writing a novel", I added even though in this life situation I couldn't even think about story ideas when my personal life was like a freaking telenovela.