A Way Out

Chapter 5

"Lost your boyfriend?"

I swear that I didn't feel my heartbeat as Jake trudged towards me. My knees gave out because my legs couldn't stand to hold up any weight. For every step he took, I took two backward until my back collided with the brick wall. My gaze quickly skimmed the area around us to discover if I had a way out, but all I could see were people who engaged with each other. The entrance of the club was just around the corner, so the bouncer didn't see us either.

As a wicked smile appeared on Jake's face, he placed his hands on each side of my head against the wall, trapping me underneath his body. Jake's sharp eyes bore deep into my green ones and slowly but surely, I felt fear taking a hold of my body. He softly placed his lips on my neck and brushed them to my jawline, making me want to vomit.

"Did he touch you?" he asked against my skin, making me tremor. "Did he make you feel good?" I turned my head away from him, not wanting his lips on my skin, because they felt like a burning fire, scorching my skin.

"We were just dancing," I tried to tell him, but I sounded nowhere near confident. That I had to explain myself to him was pathetic, but still, I felt the need to do so. I would do anything to keep his anger on the down-low.

"Why are you even here, sweet Everly?" he asked as he lifted his head and looked into my eyes, grazing his finger against my cheek. Again the sharpness within his eyes cut through me like a knife, making me bleed inwardly with the pain of his constrictions on my body.

Suddenly he placed his hand on the back of my neck with a firm grip, even pulling some hairs. The sting on the back of my neck made me hiss. "What were you thinking of doing with him? He doesn't know how to make you feel good." His voice sounded sweet, but the undertone of despise didn't go unnoticed.

"Please, Jake," I begged as I tried to squirm away from his grip. Tears stung in my eyes and I bit my lip, trying to prevent them from falling. Although I was pretty sure he saw. The longing to fight my fear was big inside my mind, but my heart didn't have the capability to will my body to fight that fear. To show Jake that he couldn't get to me.

That sickly smile was still on his lips when his hand moved away from the back of my neck to the front and he wrapped his hand around my throat. His fingers dug into my skin and I quickly grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his fingers away. A shiver ran through my spine and my mind went blank at that moment. Every bit of fight against my fear evaporated as I violently started to tremble.

"I'm the only one who can make you scream," he whispered in my ear.  I gasped. That just did it, and the tears broke free. Flowing like there was no fear of falling. I was so scared, and I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare to do so.

"Let go!" A voice rumbled through my eardrums as it tore down the atmosphere Jake created.

They pulled Jake off me and pushed him back. I instantly dropped to my knees and put my hands in front of my face to shield myself away from the world, the fear consuming me all at once. My mind rattled as I recognized the voice, but I didn't dare to look up, too scared to make any kind of movement.

"You again? What the fuck do you want?" Jake dared. Gosh, he was stupid.

"You don't touch people like that, you moron. What the hell is wrong with you?," Another voice I didn't recognize told Jake.

Jake huffed in response.

"I suggest you leave before I do something you will regret," he said, the 'cold,' clear, making chills run through my body.

"Fuck you." With that, Jake gave up and I heard footsteps walking away from me.

While Jake left, I sat on my knees with my back against the wall, hands in front of my face as I couldn't stop trembling. Jake frightened me before, but I've never been this scared of him. Jake had never put his hands on me like that. He had never gotten physical with me in this matter. He was capable of more than I thought, and that scared me immensely.