Chapter 9-Trouble

I was settled into my new lifestyle, I had my man, I was graduating tomorrow, and I had a temporary job that could pay for the essentials. I loved my new apartment, my job, school, Jeremy, and the opportunity for a wonderful future. I was so excited when I got a knock at the door. I thought it would take longer for them to send my package!

"Hey, how much is it?" I said opening the front door, wallet in hand.

"I'm free, Baby!" said the visitor. It took me a minute to realize that it was Eddie Sims, the bully from school.

"What do you want, Eddie?" I said, bluntly.

"Just to visit, and apologize for the...incident. It should have occurred to me not to react like that." He said. He sounded sincere, although he always could, like when he was getting off the hook for not doing homework.

"It's okay, I'm fine." I replied, looking away.

"Well, may I talk to Jeremy? I need to apologize to him too." Said Eddie, looking over my head. I came up to only his nose, and even though Jeremy was taller, Eddie seemed bigger.

"He's not here right now, he's at work until 6." I said. This was the truth, he was taking one of my shifts for me.

"Awesome! No one to have to take down." He said, pushing me back inside, and covering my mouth. I bit down as hard as I could, drawing blood.

" HELP! HELP! SOMEONE COME HELP!" I managed to scream before Eddie backhanded me across the face.

"Don't you DARE try something like that again!" Eddie said, pulling me into the kitchen, covering my mouth again. He dragged me into the kitchen, and grabbed a butcher knife that flashed importantly in the dim light. I glanced at the clock on the microwave-5:00. I didn't dare move as he pulled it up uncomfortably close to my throat. I glanced over at him as he grabbed a wash cloth and some duct-tape out of the drawer.

"Hold still, or I'll spill your blood now!" Eddie spat at me angrily, gagging me, and taping my mouth shut. I couldn't swallow or move my tongue, only taste the bitterness of the laundry detergent, and feel the rough and irritating cloth down my throat. I felt then moistness leave my mouth, and felt the thirstiness from the dehydrating wash cloth.

"We're going to go crazy now, Baby!" I heard him say crazily, as he dragged me towards mine and Jeremy's bedroom. He's going to rape me! I thought frantically, I'm going to raped and murdered in my home! I kicked and tried to loose, but I had no affect on Eddie.

"STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" Eddie yelled. I couldn't take it anymore when he threw me on my own bed, making me hit my head on the headboard. Wait! The clock on the microwave is 46 minutes slow! I remembered, thankful for the mess-ups of technology.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy this." Eddie said smugly. I looked past him at the clock on my, and Jeremy's dresser-5:57 p.m. it read. I grinned smugly back at him.

"What are you grinning for?" Asked Eddie, annoyed.

"SMM SMMS SMMS MSS!" I managed, through the gag.

"What the hell?" Eddie replied, looking confused, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Terri! I'm home early, Sweetheart!" I heard Jeremy say loudly.

"SHIT!" Eddie said angrily.

"Terri?" Jeremy called again.

"Maybe she went out for something?" I heard Agent Morgan say.

"She could be in the bathroom. Women are notorious for that." Rossi added.

"I'm just going to set my bag down in the bedroom, then I'll text her." Jeremy said.

"Shut up! I'm going to take care of this." Eddie said, still holding my hands down.

"WHAT THE..." Jeremy exclaimed, as he was tackled by Eddie.

"You're going down!" Eddie said, a raging fire in his eyes.

"HELP!" I screamed, ripping the tape and wash cloth from my mouth.

"ALL OF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Morgan screamed, as he rushed in, taking in the scene before him.