Unmasked

Chapter 10

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" His voice echoed throughout the halls. Sometimes he liked playing cat and mouse, him being the cat and me being the mouse. He'd give me a 5 second head start to run, and get away.

I placed both my hands over my mouth to stop my heavy breathing. I kept my eyes locked tight, not moving from my spot under the bed.

"You can't hide forever, you little bitch!" His venomous voice made its way closer to my room, as I heard his loud footsteps making their way up the stairs.

My lips trembled beneath my hands, and I could feel my whole body shake. The stench of liquor and booze was now stronger, meaning he was closer.

My bedroom door swung open hitting the wall behind it. It'll probably leave a hole or dent from all the force he used.

I opened my eyes wide, and pressed harder on my mouth if that was even possible. My stomach turned as he slowly made his way closer to me.

The only thing you could hear were the tapping of his boots.

Tap

Tap

Tap

"I know your in here." He taunts me, walking around the room, searching through my stuff. It really makes me mad, thinking he has the right to go through everything.

I managed to keep my expression calm, and not shout at him for going through everything.

My heart rate quickens when I see something shiny fall from his hands and onto the ground. 

A knife.

Oh my god, this is the time when he's actually going to kill me. He's going to end everything all right now, my pain and suffering are going to completely vanish.

It's not like I'm happy and entirely okay with the thought of dying. But, I do not want it to be at the hands of him. If I'm going to die, I want to do it to myself in my own bathroom. In my favorite clothes, and in a relaxing shower. Not at the hands of this monster, with a knife to my throat.

"You better come out soon, or I'll gut you like a fish!" He roared, growing more and more irritated. I looked frantically around the floor, trying to find something to defend myself with. But of course to my luck there was nothing, not a Bobby pin or thumb tack anywhere that I could use to attack him if I had to.

My plan was whenever he left my room to go search somewhere else, I'd make a run for the bathroom. I'd climb up the latter and onto my secret hiding spot.

He reached down to grab the knife and stopped before he fully picked it up. In a flash his body was on the ground too now, with his cold eyes staring straight into my petrified ones. An evil smirk crossed his face before he spoke, "Got you." That's all it took for a blood wrenching scream to escape my lips. I tried crawling out from under the bed, but Zach was quicker.

He latched onto my foot and dragged me out from under the bed. I dug my nails into the carpet, and tried struggling from his grip. I squirmed, and kicked at him but he was consistent and kept his hands  latched onto my ankle roughly. He was using so much force it was starting to hurt, and I knew it would leave a bruise.

That is if he doesn't kill you.

"Let me go, bastard!" I screeched at him. I  couldn't keep my anger inside of me, it really has turned out to be a bad trait. And it always came out at the worst times..

"What the hell did you just say to me?" He howls, jerking my leg with so much force we both go flying back. He hits my desk and you hear a loud thud. I hit the desk as well, making things on top of it fall over and break.