CHAPTER2.
Sliding on my butt, using my palms―I begin to slowly move backwards down the isle.
The man before me looks normal (as normal as any murderer could look). He wears dark jeans, and a green button up shirt―normal. Looking closer, I notice the blood and grass stains on his jeans, his shirt is ripped and wrinkled, he wears a leather jacket over it that seems old and torn. His hair is long―ashy blond, that is tied in a pony tail.
Looking up at the man who had just killed two people in front of me―I expect to see some kind of remorse. Maybe guilt?
But, I don't.
Instead, he licks his lips looking down at me. My eyes are trained on the pink of his tongue―I don't dare look him in the eyes. Analyzing him closer, I notice his teeth are yellow/brown―chewing tobacco rests between his gums and front teeth.
He wipes the knife―the knife with Banner's blood, on his jeans.
"Look, just don't―" I start to say, but hesitate because a lump starts to form in my throat; it makes it hard to swallow down the bile that is threatening to come up. "I'll do anything you want."
"Tempting," the man smirks, tapping his knife on his thigh. "Anything you say?"
"Y-yes."
Blinking rapidly―the tears burn my vision, I notice for the first time that I am crying.
Stinging, wet, warm tears stream continuously down my face.
"Get up."
Swallowing hard, I do as he says.
Of course I stumble though, and the man lets out a frustrated growl.
I am standing in front of him now.
Frozen.
I can't move.
I focus in on his throat, watching his adam's apple bob with every word he says.
"Pull any tricks―" the man says, waving his knife dramatically across his neck. "And I won't hesitate to use this."
I nod, still not looking at his face.
His throat pulsates as he swallows.
"Turn around."
Doing as he says, for the first time since this mysterious murderer has pulled us over―I am turned around, facing the opposite direction of the bus. For the first time, I notice that I am alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
The back door of the bus―the emergency exit (how ironic) is swaying as the wind and rain catch it.
Behind me―directly in my ear, the man smacks his mouth, his nose whistles with every breath.
He begins to tie rope around my wrist.
It hurts, and I bite my lip from crying out in pain.
He isn't a gentle man.
With one last tug he's done―
Suddenly, I am being flung forward with so much force.
My hands come loose in the rope, and I am able to stop myself before I fall face first into a seat.
Quickly pulling what was left of the rope off of my hands, I inspect my wrist; red marks are already starting to appear.
While rubbing my wrist, I notice that I am not longer alone on the bus. And the man―who had killed two people in front of me, no longer has the upper hand, as he cripples over one of the seats; he rubs his head.
"Run.
Looking up, I was not expecting to see who my eyes are met with―I was hoping, but I wasn't quite sure. There he is―my ex, Edward standing before me with a fire extinguisher in his hands.
He wears jeans with a simple blue t-shirt, and a plain black sweater with the hood that sits on top of his messy, wet, sloppy hair.
"Run."
But I couldn't.
I wouldn't run and leave him.
There was no way I would leave him.
Edward walks over to me, sitting the fire extinguisher between us on the seat beside me.
"Are you alright?"
Trembling, I force a nod.
"Thank you―you know, for coming back."
Edward appears to be puzzled, the way he tilts his head in confusing.
"Did you really think I would just.." he pauses, licking the rain drop on his upper lip. "―leave?"
Swallowing hard, I nod my head.
"Yes."
Maybe if he were to ask me that 17 days ago―I would have said no. But on different circumstances―much different, but much more easier, simpler to deal with, that was exactly what he did.
Leave.
Edward sighs heavily and scratches the back of his head.
He knows I'm right.
"Bella,"
His mouth is moving, but I'm not paying any attention to him anymore―instead, my gaze is on the man as he staggers his way on his feet. He's walking over to us now, with the knife in his hand―not smirking anymore either. No, he looks pissed with his mouth in a tight, grim line, his eyes are hard and angry.
"Uh―"
I start to tell Edward to watch out, maybe a 'hey, look behind you,' when Edwards eyes immediately go wide with fear. Holding his breath, and closing his eyes he waits a seemingly long moment―
The man is closer.
He reaches out with his knife―
He's going to cut Edw―
Edward quickly grabs the fire extinguisher and swings his body, bashing the man in the chin.
The man stumbles backwards, trips over a school bag, falls onto a bus seat until he finally rests on the floor of the isle.
Throwing the extinguisher onto an empty seat, Edward grabs my hand.
"We need to get out of here."
He's pulling me out of the seat, and I'm pulling back, against him―stopping him.
"Where the hell are we going to go?" I ask, my eyes wide with fear and nervousness.
Biting my lip, I follow Edward's gaze.
"Oh. Hell, no."
Edward pulls my arm.
"We have no other option," he says this, but I'm not convinced. "We can't stay here."
"But―"
I begin to argue, but he doesn't allow it. Instead, he cuts me off.
"Your dad will come for us soon." Edwards words are rushed. "We just need to hide until he does."
Suddenly the man on the floor groans loudly.
Edward pulls my arm.
"We need to go."
I let him.
Jumping out of the back door, Edward waits and helps me down―wrapping my arm around his shoulder, he holds my waist in his hands, gently placing me on the ground.
It's raining―hard.
The wind is strong.
The trees sway with every gust of air.
My hair whips in my face.
Rain is already soaking through my clothes.
"Ready?"
Edward links his fingers through mine.
We step into the ditch.
Immediately my feet sink into the mud.
"No."
Sighing, I follow Edward into the woods anyway.
Every time you try to leave me blind,
You'll never close my eyes―
You'll never close my eyes and watch me die.
A/N: My other story―Songs to Live and Die by, is completely different. Although, it still follows basically the same plot, it's different. So, don't go reading that story, expecting to find out what happens next because it might not happen. I do plan on deleting that story here soon.
Mostly every chapter ends with a cliff hanger, so sorry guys―I know how annoying that is, lol.
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