Shortcake - A Richpez Story

Chapter 10

Lauren's POV

I think I'm going to die. I don't really know. I can see the rage in Will's eyes, I can see his fists clutched so tight they've changed colors.

"You," he snarls, "you bitch!"

My mind races for something I can defend myself with. I don't want to look away from the danger in front of me, because I know the moment I break eye contact, he'll pounce. I realize that my plate is still sitting on the couch, so I creep my hand up slowly and reach for the only thing I can use as a weapon.

I clutch the fork in my hand and stand up, stumbling backwards when he comes closer to me. Fear boils in my stomach when I see what's in his hand. Knife beats fork.

He lunges at me after he completes his rambling that I can't understand. I let out a screech and stab forward with my fork, hard. He yelps and clutches his cheek as blood flows from the punctures.

I dash towards the kitchen and grab a knife from the sink. Dirty or not, it's still usefull. He comes at me, his anger drowning out his senses, causing him to be aimless.

I stab again, this time hitting him in the shoulder, and again with the arm holding his knife. He screams and drops his weapon, but charges at me with full force. I fall backwards and hit my head on the checkered tile, causing tears to jump to my eyes and blackness to threaten to take over. Thanfully, it doesn't, and I'm able to protect my face as he reaches for the knife and starts to stab again.

I can feel the knife slicing through Joey's sweatshirt and tearing my skin. I feel the warmth of the blade, the pain, and the blood as he does as much as he can to hurt me.

This is when I realize they're too late. Joey, Jaime, the police, they're too late, but it's not their fault. This never would've happened if I just let them in and ignored Will and his persistent ways. But now I get to pay the price. I remove my hands from my face and stare Will straight in the eyes as he brings the knife down.

Joey's POV

My heart races and I push my foot down on the pedal to accelerate the car. I can feel my heartbeat everywhere, and Jaime, who sits next to me in the passenger seat, is deadly quiet. Her lips are pressed together and her eyes are burning holes through the stoplights.

As soon as we pull up to the apartment we both jump out of the car immediatley, almost forgetting to turn the car off. We race to the door and up the small flight of stairs to meet a door hanging wide open. I can hear police sirens coming closer, but I know we're too late. I know we're too late because Will stands over Lauren's body with a bloody knife.

Jaime screams, staring at Lauren's body as blood pools around her. Part of me wants to get her out of here and away from the god-awful scene before us, but I'm frozen in shock, unable to believe what I'm seeing.

There police are here now. I should wait, I shouldn't interfere, but I do. I charge at Will, avoid the swinging of his knife, knock it out of his hands and throw him to the ground. He's easy to take out, as he's weak from all the stab wounds and blood loss.

The police are running up the steps, Jaime runs in and falls next to Lauren. She grabs a towel hanging on the oven and presses it to Lauren's wound. I don't want to let the police take over, I want to beat the ever-loving crap out of Will, but I know that I would be in trouble if I did so I step back and let the police do their thing.

A paramedic lift Lauren onto a stretcher while both me and Jaime glare at Will as he is led out in handcuffs. We lock the door to the apartment and ride in the ambulance with Lauren, both of us holding one of her hands. She doesn't stir.