Eh, screw homework. I'll just get an F. Not really though. I would just rather be writing this. Here's yet another chapter. Time to get close. Again, a thanks to those who reviewed.
When Erin heard the door open, she tensed. Had he come back? Footsteps approached her; soft hands bumped into her shoulder.
"Erin?"
"Amy!" her heart beat quickened, joy overcoming her, "Thank God!"
"I thought you were dead!" Amy wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Help me get my hands untied."
Amy slid her hands blindly over Erin's bindings, feeling and tugging on them, "I can't see how to get them undone. I need light!"
"Candles! On the dresser!"
Amy stood and stumbled towards the dresser. Several minutes passed but one by one, the candles came to life, bathing the cabin room in a warm glow. Amy rushed back to her side and began working on the knots.
"Where's Mike?" Erin asked, helping Amy the best that she could.
"He's waiting for us outside," Amy dug her nails deeper into the cloth and pulled upward. Instantly, Erin felt her hands free from her bindings but her relief faded quickly when she heard heavy footsteps approach the door.
"The window!" Amy yelled, running towards it.
The cabin doors flung open and Jason stood in the doorframe. A flash of lightning streaked the sky behind him. He took a step into the room, glaring at the two women.
"Get under the bed," Erin whispered to Amy.
"What?"
"Get under the bed!"
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*JASON'S POV
He took another step into the room. The girl stood between him and the bed, protecting her friend. Did she honestly think that he'd stop because she was there? He stopped to look at her. Her long black hair hung straight, weighed down by the rain, blue eyes searching him. Her clothing clung to her body, doing nothing for her modesty. On anyone else, he would have detested it.
'She is dirty! Kill her! Kill her!' his mother's words flooded his mind. He winced inwardly. Perhaps his mother was right.
"Jason…"
He snapped his attention back to her. She had said his name. It had been so long since he had heard it said without anger. He would do anything to hear it said again, for it to be said gently…
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*ERIN'S POV
She stepped closer to Jason, perhaps she would be able to save Amy and herself from him. She would just have to sympathize. She would have to fake it. Life gave her enough experience for that. Jason's eyes had turned softer. The anger had gone and it scared her to face those eyes; she saw a craving behind them.
"Erin, don't get any closer to that monster!" Amy screamed from under the bed.
Jason blinked at the harshness of the statement and when Erin saw his eyes again, there was rage. He was seething.
He was going to attack.
Jason shoved past her, stomping to the bedside, kneeling in order to grab Amy, who scooted as far back against the wall as possible.
"No!" Erin forced herself between him and Amy again, blocking him. So close, she was pressed against his chest and the side of the bed.
He lunged again, reaching under the bed, his hand searching for Amy's clothing or hair. Something he could grab to pull her out. He pressed into Erin harder, trying to lengthen his search radius. Erin knew that her tone had to be spot on, despite her panic.
"Jason."
He stopped and looked at her again, both of them remaining frozen, staring. Erin then felt very aware of how close they really were. Her legs were tangled up in his. Her chest pressed into his. She could even felt his hot breath on her face.
"Amy," she whispered, not breaking her gaze with Jason, "Go."
It was if Jason hadn't even heard her speak. His hands steadied himself on the floor.
"But…what…"
"Amy!" she kept her voice even, "Just go."
Slowly, she pulled herself out from under the bed, staring at both of them like they were insane. She quickly hurried to the door, looking back at them, wondering whether Jason would get up to follow her or whether it was the last time she would see Erin. In a trance, she left the cabin, shutting the door behind.