Elsa's P.O.V
I take a deep breath, trying to console myself.
Elsa, he probably isn't. You locked the door behind you.
What if he snuck in?
Do you hear breathing?
I stop to listen for any sounds.
None.
Wait a second... I'll call Hans!
"Hello?" He picks up on the second ring.
"Hans!" I tell him about the guy at Subway.
"And now I'm not sure if he's in my dorm," I conclude.
"Elsa, tell Jack. Get out of the dorm. Now," Hans tells me.
"No! Jack can't know! I don't want him hurt because of me. You can't tell him!" I beg.
"Elsa-" I sense Hans's hesitation.
"He can't know!" I repeat.
"Fine. But get out of that dorm and call the police," Hans tells me.
"Okay," I lie, and hang up. Like calling the police won't draw any attention!
Slowly, I walk over to the kitchen, and pick up a knife.
I walk out into the main room stealthily, and say, "I know you're in here. You can come out."
No reply.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to find you," I say, and carefully check everywhere.
I let out a sigh of relief.
He isn't in here.
All of a sudden, the door opens.
I let out a piercing scream, dropping the knife far away from me, and I look up to see M.K who also screamed.
"What the feathers is going on?!" M.K exclaims.
"Nothing," I feebly say, picking up the knife.
"Nothing?! Elsa, you had a knife in your hand! Were you trying to-" M.K gives me a worried look, not finishing her sentence.
"No! I swear I wasn't!" I say, and M.K looks at me doubtfully. I sigh, then tell her the whole story.
"Is the guy in the dorm?" M.K asks worriedly.
"No, I'm pretty sure he isn't," I reply.
"You have to tell Jack," M.K states.
"I can't! I don't want him getting hurt because of me! I feel like I know that guy from Subway..." I say.
"What did he look like?" M.K asks.
"He had dirty-blond hair and brown eyes, but what was familiar is his wink..." I struggle trying to recall who else had winked like that.
"I don't know who it is!" I sigh.
"Did you have any guy best friends who winked like that? Ex-boyfriends? Cousins?" M.K asks.
When she says 'ex-boyfriends', I let out a startled jump.
"What? Do you know who it is?" M.K asks.
"It can't be... He should be in jail... Unless he got released and nobody found out... He must've dyed his hair..." I murmur to myself.
"Elsa! Who is it?!" M.K grabs me the shoulders, making me face her.
"My ex-boyfriend Justin Fox," I whisper.
"Justin Fox? Wait, what? Tell me everything!" M.K says, and we sit on her bed.
"Well we were dating for a while, but then I found out he was cheating on me. I broke up with him and locked myself in my room for days. Then one day I finally came out and went downstairs, and he, his parents, my parents, Hans, and Anna were in the living room. I ran back upstairs, then he came in the room a-and he t-tried to rape m-me. Jack saved me," I then become aware of the teardrops running down my cheeks.
"Elsa, we have to tell the police," M.K says softly, handing me a tissue.
"No! They won't do anything anyways! He hasn't even done anything illegal!" I say.
"At least we should tell Jack," M.K says.
"No. You, me, Hans, and most likely Anna since he would've told her, are the only people who know. And I want it to stay that way. Let's just... Ignore it. It all will be fine," I say with false hope.
"If anything happens, though, I'm calling the police," M.K says.
"Okay. But other than that, it's our secret," I say.
"Our secret," M.K agrees, but I can tell she's regretting it.
I am too, a little, but it's for Jack's safety.
Maybe even mine.
The power of Jelsa ;D
Question: If you were M.K, what would you do?