Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
He licks the blood that drips down my neck, and I try not to shiver with revulsion. “Nice move, but you’re never getting away from me. Your boyfriend ruined my life, and I will enjoy taking you away where we will live happily.” His voice is darker and creepier than I could have ever imagined.
“What about Max?” I ask. I hope he didn’t hurt him before he came here.
He huffs in disgust. “He can stay with that bitch mother who wants him so badly. He couldn’t even do his job right when it came to you. He’s useless.”
I hear movement behind us. I hope it’s Trent, but then again, I don’t, and then a meow comes. “That fucking cat is going to die.”
“You shouldn’t pick up cats when they don’t want to be held. It’s like rule number one. It’s not his fault.” I catch a reflection in my toaster and see it’s Mr. Daniels. Thank God. “It’s the same with women too.” I elbow him in the throat and run. He turns around only to be confronted by the burly Mr. Daniels. Quickly, two gunshots go off.
I scream and run into my living room as Mrs. Daniels runs in. “I told you to wait outside. It wasn’t safe in here,” Mr. Daniels snarls at his wife, pulling her in for a kiss. “He’s dead,” he whispers.
My body shakes as I drop to the floor. “I need… I need to call….”
Trent. The words don’t come out before Mrs. Daniels answers, “Lola. The police are on their way.”
“Eric, what happened?” Mrs. Daniels says, pulling a blanket over my shoulders and rubbing my arms while looking up at her husband.
“As soon as she ran, he aimed the gun, and I took my shot. His went wide because I landed my shot first.” I hear the sirens in the distance, and the voices go in and out, but I can’t hear anything.
“Lola, Lola.” My attention is grabbed by Mrs. Daniels, but I’m not in my living room anymore. Instead, I’m sitting in the back of an ambulance.
“What’s going on?”
“They’re taking you to the hospital.”
“I need my phone. It has a pretty pink and black case.”
“Sweetie, I’m sorry, but your phone is broken. It was on the living room floor crushed.”
“Oh no. I’m supposed to meet….”
“We’ll call your sister. I have her number, and I’ll call her.”
“Thank you.” They load me into the ambulance, and the movement makes my head spin. Suddenly I’m nauseous, gagging a couple of times before I throw up. The medics are quick to react and prevent a mess. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Miss. Sellers. You have a concussion. We need you to get in and have some tests done.” I close my eyes and do my best to fight the spins, and then I pass out.
When I came to, I was no longer in the ambulance but in a bed. “I’m sorry.” Trent is standing over me, holding my hand, brushing my hair out of my face. “I’m going to kill him.”
“He’s dead,” I croak out.
“What?”
“Mr. Daniels shot him. I think.” I’m still feeling a bit fuzzy.
“You’re awake,” Marianne sobs.
“I just need you, Trent.” I cling to his arm, pulling him closer to the bed.
“I shouldn’t have left you this morning.”
“No. I should have let you press charges when you wanted to. Either way, it’s over and thankfully all I have is a few bruises, a messy house, and a cat with a newfound taste for human blood.”
“Oh? What did Jinx do?”
“He clawed Ryan in the face.”
“Good cat. I’m going to buy him the biggest cat house I can find and all the gourmet kitty food I can find.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, crazy man.”
“That’s good because I know I’m in love with you. Two days and I know you’re mine forever. I knew it the first second our eyes met. You hit me right in the soul.” He bends down to the edge of the bed and then holds me close but does avoid squeezing me too hard.
The doctor interrupts our moment to come in and say that I’ll be staying in the hospital until tomorrow. “Christmas Day?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so, but if you’re doing well, we can get you out of here by the morning time to enjoy the rest of the holiday. Unfortunately, we get a lot of patients here on Christmas including little ones.”
“We understand. Thank you for everything,” Trent says. “We’ll be hoping for an early morning release.”
“We all will. Now, get some rest.” He pats my hand and then exits the room.
My parents are quick to enter following the doctor’s departure. “Sweetie, we got the call and rushed over.” They go to throw their arms around me when they see I’m holding onto Trent who is sitting on the edge of my bed.