Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm back! And yes, I'm very sorry that I haven't updated. I've had a crazy and emotional week which, however, is no excuse. I hope you like this chapter because I've been looking forward to writing it. All of you that reviewed… I just can't thank you enough!

-Happy Holidays!-

Ani

Chapter 6

The icy glare coming from Scott's eyes made Stacy's body shake with fear. She glanced up at Randy, as if saying goodbye, and slowly made her way over to her boyfriend. Scott grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out to the car…

… A silent tension was apparent in the air as the elevator climbed up 10 floors in the luxury hotel Scott and Stacy were staying at. Once the doors slid open, Scott stomped out into the carpeted hallway. Realizing there wasn't anyone next to him he spun around, marched through the nearly closed elevator doors and dragged a screaming and frightened Stacy out.

"Scott! Let me go!" Stacy yelled as they went inside their room. Her body froze when he responded by whirling around and tightly holding onto her waist.

"Is this what you want, Stacy? Huh?! To dance?!" He shouted, nearly in her ear. Stacy could feel her insides tensing and shrinking as his grip intensified. All she could do was look at him, panic apparent in her facial features.

'I need to get out… now,' was the only thought going through the young woman's mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something awful was about to happen.

Suddenly, Scott let her go, walked to the door and just stood there for a minute. Stacy was confused by this until she saw his arms reach up to the locks, blocking her only way out. The window had automatically been eliminated since after what happened at the bar, Stacy decided she wanted to get away from Scott and stay alive.

However, that suddenly seemed impossible to achieve.

Stacy's heart was at the brink of exploding in her chest as she moved backwards toward the bed. But Scott only moved closer, appearing more and more furious every second. The only thing Stacy could do was move up against the wall, not the smartest thing because she was cornered, but it was her only source of protection. The vase full of flowers set on a table at the entrance flew across the room, hitting the wall inches away from Stacy's face and shattering to pieces, leaving small cuts on her right arm. She shut her eyes tightly and pursed her lips to keep from screaming out -more from terror than pain.

"What, Stacy?! What?! You think you're too good for me?!" yelled Scott across the room. Walking towards her, he dug into his pocket, determinedly searching for something. An evil smile spread across his face as he pulled out a small, but nonetheless sharp, pocketknife. Scott glared at Stacy with that stupid grin still plastered on his face.

"Scott, please don't do this, please," Stacy begged. She pressed her back against the wall as her eyes unmistakably showed the fear spreading through her. "Look, it was just a dance, I swear nothing else happened!" Her voice was shaky when she spoke again, "Scott…," she paused and locked eyes with him, "please."

Scott's expression changed within seconds. For a brief moment he seemed to understand, seemed to show an inkling of human emotion.

Maybe it was just Stacy's imagination showing her what she wanted to see, because not an instant later, her boyfriend was inches away from her face, reaching for her neck.

"Scott! What are you doing?" she asked, with a calm and unsteady voice.

"What I should have done a long time ago," he replied.

Stacy stared at him, terrorized. 'How the hell am I going to get out of this? Oh my God, I'm going to die!' she thought. Even her mind couldn't be optimistic about the situation. She sent a shrill scream throughout the room, but was hushed as Scott brought the side of the sharp knife to her lips and moved it towards the floor, creating a small cut which immediately began to bleed. His hand around her throat caused her to choke. Stacy attempted to claw at his fingers or at least loosen up his clutch on her windpipe but it was no use… then out of nowhere, he let go.

Scott kept eye contact with his petrified girlfriend, a furious fire blazing in his eyes. He could just imagine it – killing her. Her screams for help would be useless, who in the hell would care enough to save her? A pleasurable, wicked feeling traveled through him as he imagined himself leaning over Stacy's dead body, her gorgeous blonde hair sprawled out on the floor, puddles of blood surrounding her fragile limbs.

The young woman glared back at him, noticing the faraway look on his face. Maybe she had a chance; maybe he'd love and care for her again. Then she saw that awful grin dancing on his lips again.

Maybe not.

Stacy's attention was quickly directed to the front of the room; a pounding of fists sounded upon the door. The moment Scott snapped back to reality and realized someone was here, he tightened his hands into fists, the veins on his arms showing through his tanned skin.

'No! It's not worth having someone else go through this too!' Stacy reasoned. She ran up behind Scott, grabbing onto his shoulder only to get smacked across the face with incredible power. She dropped to the floor and hit the back of her head on the corner of the wooden table behind her.

'Who was at the door?' was her last thought as pain overtook her for an agony-filled minute before she thankfully slipped into unconsciousness.

Author's Note:

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