Hi again, sorry for not updating for a whole week (again) but am back with inspiration and three days off work :) Enjoy x
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"He's what?" Catherine shrieked. She had only just got back from her scene and found Jim Brass in her office, waiting for her. That was never a good sign. "How the hell did he get out?" Her voice was getting higher and louder.
"I'm looking into that but my main concern is to find him." Jim was eerily calm on the outside but inside he was shaking. Catherine however was not even trying to control her emotions. She was pacing around her small office and running her hand anxiously through her strawberry blonde tresses. "I've got all the cops I can spare on this Cath, two cars at Sara's apartment as we speak. We will find him." The detective continued but Catherine had stopped listening and her mind had spiralled back to a certain brunette.
"Oh my God. Sara." She turned and ran out leaving Brass in her wake.
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"Alright I'm coming." Sara muttered, shuffling towards the door. She had barely got it unlatched when it swung open and Sara found herself thrown to the floor, the breath knocked out of her.
"Hi Sar." He drew her name out slowly, sarcastically. Even though she couldn't see him she knew. One thought entered her mind above anything else. Lindsey.
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"Damn it Sara answer the phone!" Catherine was driving twice the speed limit and just ran two consecutive red lights but she didn't care. This was important. This was about her girls.
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The phone ringing distracted Jake long enough for Sara to swing out her leg and land it against the side of his knee, flooring him instantly. While he swore and tried to stand back up Sara was already back on her feet and heading upstairs with incredible speed for someone with half a window's worth of glass in her. She was nearly at Lindsey's door when two hands grabbed her and dragged her down. "You never learn do you Sar? Never learn that you can't outrun me. You are my wife Sara, I own you and there is nothing you can do about it." She squirmed and kicked out at him, trying to free herself from his grip until a flash of light caught her eye. He held the sharp blade up for her to see. Immediately she stopped moving and her eyes went wide. Jake grinned. "There's a good girl." She was praying to every deity that Lindsey would stay in her room. She figured that if she kept quiet the child would sleep through this and would not get hurt, after all, she slept through just about everything else.
However when a cold hand crept under her shirt she could not help the yelp that escaped her. Yet she did not fight back. Did not move. She knew what he was going to do but if she fought then she would wake Lindsey, they were only a few feet from the girl's room, there's no way she wouldn't hear. No, Sara could take this. Maybe once he had gotten what he wanted he would leave. She had been raped before, by her father, her foster fathers, Jake. What was once more? She would do this if it kept Lindsey safe.
She could hear Jake fumbling with his jeans zipper as he held her from behind and the knife glinted in the light from her bedroom. His hand slipped back under her shirt, creeping slowly up her stomach, her breasts. Sara's breathing was rapid and irregular. "Finally, learnt you're lesson huh?" He asked, leaning in to her ear so that she could feet his breath on her neck. "Good. But just in case." She felt the cold steel of the knife press into her throat. "Wouldn't want you to change your mind." She closed her eyes and prayed for this to be over soon, but a quiet squeaking and a sleepy voice made them fly open again.
"Sara?" Lindsey stood in her bedroom doorway in her pyjamas, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Jake seemed to be momentarily stunned to see the small child before him and Sara used that moment to shove him backwards with her elbow. She felt something slice into her neck and hot liquid running down her chest but she didn't care. Launching herself forward she grabbed Lindsey and held her close as she tried to jump over Jake and toward the stairs. She was so close when a hand closed itself around her ankle and she tumbled to the ground. Lindsey screamed but somehow Sara managed to keep her from falling over.
"Run Lindsey! Go!" The tiny girl turned and sprinted downstairs like Catherine had told her not to so many times. A shadow fell over Sara as she lay sprawled on the floor. Jake's green eyes bore down into her with a menacing glint and he held up his hand, tightly held around the knife.
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Well? I know it's a cliffhanger but I promise, cross my heart, that I will update tomorrow :)