My hands began to tremble. My mind drifting to that day. That hell forsaken day...
"Amy! You little whore,where are?" Julian yelled,I could smell the liquor he'd drunk from my hidding spot. I was in the closet across the room,there was no way hed find me...
"Amy? " He called. He sounded almost sober. Could I have been wrong? "Amy? Come out. I won't hurt you." I moved to come out. But then he tripped over the coffee table that was right infront of him.
"Mother fucker!" He shouted, falling head first. He hit it hard. I thought about helping him,but he moaned and turned. I caught a glimpse of his eyes. There usual dark brown were blood shot and darkened to the color of coal. There was red surrounding them.
He was drunk and high. No way was I going out there. I held my breathe as his eyes fell on the closet.
He moaned and scrambled to his feet. At first he headed toward me but then something caught his eyes,leading him in a different direction, I heaved a silent sigh of relief.
I'd began to settle in for a long night in the closet when my cell rang
"Shit," I hissed,scrambling for it.
" What the hell?" I heard Julian say from the bathroom.
I whimpered,my hands shaking as I search for it.
I finally found ir. I rejected it,hittng the button so hard, my finger groaned.
But Julian was smart, even in this state.
He found me quickly, a smirk from ear to ear presenting itself the instant he showed up.
"Did you think you could hid forever,little whore?" He asked, picking me up by the hair.
I closed my eyes but made no noise.
"Well,my little rabbit, you were wrong. And now you must pay the consequences."He said,releasing my hair.
I stumbled backward.
"Go. Run. " He hissed. I moved backwards again,keeping my eyes on him. He laughed and ran at me.
I dodged him,but just barely.
He ran at me again. This time I wasn't as fast.
He backed me up against the window.
"Nice try,my little sluty rabbit!" He mumbled against my neck as he bite into me. I pushed furture against the frosted glass of the window.
"No," I mumbled.
"No?" He asked pulling out his pocket knife.
I watched in fear as he dragged the knife over his tongue,licking the sides,then tracing my cheek bones with it. Softly,so not to draw blood.
Then he ran the tip down the side of my cheek to my chin. He was soft but grew hard as he tipped up my chin with his index finger and contuied to run his knife down the side of my neck.
He paused at the collar of my shirt. I was in a thick purple sweater. The collar was high so it wouldn't provoce Julian in any way.
"Since when do you wear such modest clothes,slut?" He asked, his head cocked to the side. His eyes curious.
"Well we can fix that." He says,adding just enough pressure to rip away my shirt.
He plays with the opening he made down the middle of me before ripping it away and throughing it on the ground.
"Ahh,that's better." He says,staring at me. I resist the urge to cover my black bra,knowing this monsturous perasite that is inhabiting my husbands body was no right to see me in such intmate ways but hell kill me if he was to.
He examines me for a second more,before proclaiming "I want to see more!"
He quickly snapps the thin middle of my bra with his knife. He reaches for the straps to move them off me,but I scream 'no!' And side step him
He stumbles forward and cuts his hand in an attempt to catch himself.
"You little bitch," He says lapping away the blood from his hand. He lunges for me, the knife forgot on the floor exactly where he dropped it.
I quickly switch spots with him.
He lunges again,but I duck.
I duck and he goes flying out of our 8th floor window.
He never lunges again,
"Amy?Amy?!" Jacks voices rings through the memories.
"Amy,what's going on?" Tooth asks,her tiny hands on my shoulder.
"I killed him. His really dead." I whisper.
I see everyone shift away from me.
They all quickly assemble.
I hear the words change,Julian,pitch,same, all jumbked up in the yelling but i am so lost in my own gulit that it all means nothing until much after.