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Chapter Thirteen
Emma stood there staring at her door which had ceased to make a noise for the last minute. Literally. She stood in the middle of the steps, staring and counting, getting to a minute and a half, before she went down another step.
She closed her eyes, descending, trying to remember which step held a creak and where not to stand, the whole time the vision of Jay flashing through her mind.
She bit her lip, enough to draw blood, just to keep from whimpering out right.
She didn't know why that man had stopped forcing his way, but she was not gonna risk it and make a single noise.
She was probably about five steps from the bottom, with her eyes closed. Fists clenched, now with crescent moons in her palm from her nails.
She heard a grunt come from her window that lead to the side of the house. She whipped around so fast that she missed the next step and was flung to the floor from the force of the turn.
Landing on her back hard with a muffled sob, in turn Emma screeched when the splinters from the door exploded as the door flew from the hinges. Pieces of wood hitting her in the face, and splinters embedding in her face.
It was a slow draw. The air coming into his lungs like someone standing on his chest. His bare chest.
He blinked. And kept up the erratic state of clearing his sickening vision. He lifted his head and let out a grunt of pain as he put back on the cold cement.
Not knowing why he was outside, he kept blinking.
Until he heard a crash coming from the bedroom window, his head rested near. And Emma.
Almost animalistic. She was screeching.
Pushing with no strength that was there, Jay managed to get up on his elbows and pull the lower half of his body up.
The sound of her screams the only thing giving him minimal strength.
'Where are the fucking neighbors?'
"Em..." He gasped at how much it took out him.
He leveled his first foot forward, shaking his head to clear the grogginess.
His second footfall taking nothing with him when her screaming stopped, buckling his knees and hitting the ground face first with Emma's name on his lips and tear tracking his face to the frozen asphalt.
Emma scrambled on the floor searching for leverage.
Finding none, and ripping the flesh from her palms and thighs and the splintering wood lodging in her smooth skin.
He stopped in the landing and stared at her, as if he had never seen her before.
Still shadowed by the length of the stairs, not seeing his face clearly, Emma felt the sanity slip her without Jay.
Jay made her strong. 'Where is Jay?' Her mind repeated it like a mantra to save her.
He took the first step from the landing loudly and Emma was snapped out of it when she heard a loud thump again.
Spurred by the thought that, that was Jay, Emma scrambled up from her position bolting for the bathroom door.
She heard him bound down the steps and kept for the door, till she reached it.
She grappled with the nob, her hand now slippery withe blood dripping from her fingertips.
She swung the door open, just to be yanked back by her hair and tumbling forcefully into the hard body behind her.
He jerked her head back until head face was angled and he could see it.
With her eyes closed, she felt more than heard him breathe out his vicious words onto the side of her face. "You fucking Bitch... I am tired of watching."
Dread filled Emma's body and she kicked her feet up pushing off the wall and toppling them backwards.
With the breath knocked from her body, Emma wasted no time in climbing off the ground and running into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and leaning against it.
She heard the man groaning and shifting from the floor to feel the handle digging in her hip rotate, knowing that now she was completely trapped. She closed her eyes and sobbed, trying not to think about what he meant from 'watching'.
She didn't want to think that her precious and intimate moments had been defiled by him being there.
She looked up and saw the mirror and recoiled from her blood-covered face.
She looked down and saw that she had blood streaked over her skin covering almost all except what was covered by Jay's sweater she was wearing.
Her face twisted in a pain wrenched from her being, twisting her hands in the fabric of the cotton scented of her absent man.
She closed her eyes even tighter than before and let out the loudest wail of agony her body could eternally produce. "JAYYYYYYYYYYY!"
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