Escaping Mr. Grayson [UN-EDITED]

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

  "You idiot!", he hisses as he crashes onto the floor. As he falls, I hear a cracking sound and realize that he's probably broken one of his arms. All of a sudden, I'm frozen and I remain on the bed staring at him as he diverts all of his attention to try-ing to get the courage to pull the knife that I lodged into the back of his right shoul-der out.

            I breath deeply and start to think fast. This is my one chance at freedom and I'd be a fool to let it slip right out of my fingers. So, I stand up and run to his side. I then proceed to rummage through his pockets, searching for a phone while he howls in pain and protest, and continuously yells, "I'm going to kill you! You stupid stupid girl!"

           I feel my heart pound it's way out of my chest when I find my phone. I hold onto it with wobbly hands and try to make a call to the only number that I can pos-sibly even remember at this moment in time...911.

          I dial the number hurriedly, as fast as my shaking, trembling fingers can dial and it doesn't go through. There's no service....and it just now dawns on me that I might have just made one of the biggest mistakes that could quite literally cost me my life. I'm screwed.

          I hold onto the phone for my dear life as I'm about to leave the room and rush for an open exit. Before I can run out of the bedroom, Mr. Grayson grabs me by the ankle and yanks my entire body down, causing me to collapse mouth first onto the floor.

          I gasp at the sudden surge of pain and frightening sensation that seers all the way through my veins to my gums. When I look down, I see that I've left a puddle of blood and two of my teeth as a souvenir.

How nice.

         In the mixture of agony and adrenaline, I find the strength to take my free leg and kick back my foot with force, right into Mr. Grayson's perfect jaw and he groans aloud in pain.

        Quickly, I begin to run towards the door, nearly slipping when I catch a glimpse of the bloody mess that has been made of my face in the mirror. I hear Mr. Grayson struggling behind me and though it slims my hope of freedom, I continue to run. I have to. After all, what more do I have to live for?

          I finally reach the doors and slam against the only two doors that lead out-side. I sloppily turn the locks and twist the door knob. "Help! Help me!", I cry when I realize that I'm not going to be able to unlock these doors. "Please! Please someone help me!", I scream as loud as my lungs can allow me to.

          "You really shouldn't have done that Nailea!", I hear his strong voice say from behind me. This brings me to the sudden realization that hes caught up to me. The anger and irritancy are laced in the raspyness of his voice and I gulp as I turn around slowly to face him. The phone remains tucked and hidden away in my bra.

         My entire body weakens at the sight of a gun in the hands of a psychopath not more than 12 feet away from me. Clearly in pain from the Stab in the shoulder and his newly broken arm, both courtesy of me, his hair is tousled over his eyes and some of it even stick to his forehead because of the sweat, his shirt is now messy and untucked with no sign of his designer belt, his nose is dripping with blood from the kick and his breathing is strained and heavy. The entire right side of his shirt is now stained by his own blood.

          "Please", I whisper sadly—and while I speak, I can feel my eyes start to fill with tears, and a sob almost chokes me— "...Please don't do this. Please don't kill me. I won't tell anyone about anything... I promise, Ill be completely silent. Just, please Jeffery...or Xavier...or Mr. Grayson...or whoever the hell Im talking to right now I don't care just please...please let me go"

          He breaths deeply, clearly in pain. "We both know that I can't do that. Why do you do this to me? LOOK WHAT YOURE MAKING ME DO!", he yells and I jitter, frightened by his harsh tone. "You think I want to kill you? You think I want to shoot you in the heart? The same heart I know deserves to belong to me?"

I stand there sobbing.

          "I could never kill you Miss Tembo. And you know that", he says and for a moment I feel myself calm down. "...but I'm not going to let you go either. I am go-ing to burry you alive", he says calmly, no sort of emotion on his face whatsoever. "That way, you'll be stuck with me forever"

          I tremble as he starts to walk towards me slowly with the gun still in his one good hand. Suddenly I remember that there is an office upstairs and the key to it is locked inside. I'm not exactly thinking very straight but I think I'd be able to get some service up there.

          Timing Mr. Grayson's footsteps, I duck my head and quickly race up the stairs.

          "You have got to be kidding me! I dont have the goddamn time for these games!", I hear him scream from behind me. I hear his footsteps trotting up the stairs and the bang of his gun fills up my eardrum, causing a ringing sound in my ears to follow soon after. "You have nowhere to run Miss Tembo! Just stop!!"

          I figure with his current loss of blood; he's probably going to pass out anytime soon. My body instinctively lurches into the darkness before I twist to lock the door behind me. The pounding of his footsteps makes me tremble and feel helpless. I wipe away most of my tears as I envelop myself into the dark area that's covering the corner of the room.

          "WHERE ARE YOU?" I hear him scream

          Before I know it, I'm frozen. The outrage, the obsession, the terror laced in his voice...I have to admit...it excites me. The adrenaline rush is unmatched and I hate myself for saying it but though I know I shouldn't, I crave more.

          However, that's the one major flaw in the system of human nature...it is quite literally almost impossible to act on first instinct. Every drive, every urge, every de-sire, every itch within our flesh is constrained and whether we want to believe it or not, if we followed every impulse, why, we'd simply wreak havoc. Much like I've done right in this second.

          "Miss Tembo", he calls out. I hear his footsteps becoming more and more dis-tinct. "You see what you did? Now you're trapped!"

          "Should we make this fun?", he teases. "On the count of three, I'm going to break down this damn door and make you my corpse bride"

          "3..."

          I look around me and the only other thing in this room is a window. There is no way out of this.

         "2..."

           I breath deeply, sobbing at the thought of this being my final memory alive.

         "1... Ready or not...Here I come..."

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