Escaping miracle-2
As much as I would like to resist because I know for damn sure Jonathan will be searching for me, I smile back and nod. “Sure, why not. But I can’t stay long.”
He nods,”That’s understandable. I’m pretty sure my grilled cheese sandwich and wine will say otherwise.”
I laugh as I follow him towards the house. “Wine and grilled cheese. That’s a weird combo.”
He glances over at me, “Not weird. Delicious.”
“Whatever you say.”
He shakes his head with a grin on his face as we make our way into his house.
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Okay, I will say this right now, Adam can make a mean grilled cheese sandwich. I have never, in the 20 years of my life, have I ever ate such a delicious and exotic grilled cheese.
It’s about 3pm, but I don’t care. I am enjoying being with Adam. Talking with him feels…new and fresh. Like I need this. It’s different since I am so used to Jonathan and his ways. I feel like I can say what I want when I am around Adam, and I won’t be disciplined with his fist when I do. It’s refreshing, and honestly, I think I have a newfound crush on the guy.
We talked about his parents, whom live in Europe now. He also has a younger sister that is in her Junior year of high school. He loves music, plays the guitar, and enjoys sports, reading (I know, that was a shocker for me too), and loves going out with friends.
I don’t talk much except for the basic stuff like where I am from, what I like and don’t like to do, and the occasional comments on the things he says.
Playing with the empty glass in my hand, I listen as he talks about his job. It’s when he says something about working on a murder case is when I stop him.
“Wait, a murder?” I ask, not entirely sure what job he is implying.
“Yes, a murder. Why?” Adam asks, confused.
“What do you do?”
“I am a cop.”
My mouth goes dry and my heartbeat quickens. If he is a cop that means he will know Jonathan.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“What’s wrong?” He asks when he notices the fear crossed over my face.
“I-I think it’s time for me to go.” I stand up and grab the bookbag full of my things. “It was nice meeting you. Thank you so much for making a delicious lunch. I hope all goes well. Goodbye” Without another word, I walk away from him.
I hear the scrape of the chair and his footsteps behind me.
“Amelia, wait.” His hand grabs my wrists as he turns me around to face him. “Did I say something wrong?”
I stay quiet, not looking at him.
His fingers pull my chin up to look at him. “Please, if I did, I am sorry.”
Speechless. That is exactly what I am right now but when I go to say something, a knock at the door interrupts.
“Wait here.” Adam says, and I do as he says as he walks over to the door. Opening it, my mouth drops open and the fear instantly crawls back into my veins.
Jonathan stands there, anger plastered on his face. His hands are balled up into fists and his eyes are hooded with that intense look to them. I swear I see them go red when his eyes land on Adam and then me.
“Can I help you?” Adam asks, wondering why the hell this strange man is standing on his porch.
“I am Jonathan Gary.” His eyes never leave mine, “May I speak to my girlfriend, Amelia, please?”
Before Adam can turn around, I dart down the hallway, leaving my bag on the floor. Loud footsteps follow me as I make my way up the stair. I don’t know where the hell I am going but the fact Jonathan is right on my tail doesn’t stop me.
“Amelia! Get back here!” He yells but I ignore his command as I basically fall into what looks like the bathroom. But before I can slam the door, he pushes it open, sending me backwards and onto the tiled floor.
Jonathan stands above me, panting hard. Sweat forms on his forehead where his black hair sticks to it and his dark eyes glare down at me.
“What makes you think you can get away so easily?” He growls.
“Amelia!” Adam yells from the stairs.
Jonathan looks behind him and then at me again. “Another guy, huh? Do you really think the dumbass can save you now?”
I hear Adam coming closer but Jonathan shuts the door behind him, locking the door. Turning to look back at me, he crouches down. “Think you can run? Well baby, I have another thing coming for you.”
Without another word, his fist connects with my jaw and I cry out in pain.
“What is going on in there!” Adam yells through the wooden door.
I cry out again when Jonathan grabs my hair and yanks my head back. I stare up into his eyes as tears spill out of mine because of the intense pain pounding through my head.
“Amelia!” Adam shouts, “Open the door or I will break it down!”
Jonathan leans down close to my ear, “You can run, but you can’t hide.” He whispers, followed by another painful yank of my hair. “I thought you would be smart enough to never try this bullshit again.”
“P-please. I-”
His other hand covers my mouth, “Shhh, everything will be okay baby. Once I am through with you, you will never have to worry again.”
What does he mean by that?!
My eyes widen when I notice the knife he pulls out of his back pocket. But before I can scream, his hand clamps down over my mouth again. I can feel the point of the knife against my throat.
“Don’t.”
Tears stream down my cheeks, soaking my hair in the process as I stare up into his eyes. They are filled with desire. Desire to kill.
I hear Adam pounding on the door, “Amelia, I give you three seconds to open this door!”
This is my chance. It’s do or die.
I bring my fist up as hard as I can. It connects with Jonathan’s nose and he stumbles backwards, clutching his nose as the blood pours out over down his mouth and chin. I don’t sit and watch though as I quickly get to my feet.
“Adam! Please! Help!” I scream as I try to unlock the door. My hands struggle but I am suddenly pulled back and thrown against the wall. My head hits it hard and I open my eyes just in time to see the door swing open but the agonizing pain I feel in my stomach causes me to cry out in agony.
I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach as the blood pours out and over my shaking hands. Adam pulls his gun out of his waistband and aims it at Jonathan. My world goes black as I fall the the ground and the gunshot rings through the air.
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1 year later
I stand outside the police station, waiting impatiently for Adam to get off. It’s a nice day out with a refreshing breeze and a blue sky. A perfect day to go to the lake. I even brought a basket for a small picnic which I know he would enjoy.
A smile forms on my face when I see him walk out. He is talking to a couple of his buddies when I walk over to them. He smiles when he sees me and pulls me into his arms, leaving a chaise kiss on my lips.
“Happy to see me?” I whisper, ignoring the hoots and claps from his buddies. I am used to it now.
He nods, kissing me again. “You wouldn’t believe how happy.”
“I have a surprise for you.” I pull away from him as his eyes widen with amusement.
“Oh really? and what is this so-called surprise.” He quotes the last word with his fingers, mocking me.
“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you.”
He shakes his head.
“The girl has a point.” His buddy, Ray, laughs.
“Don’t I always?” I stick my tongue out at Ray and his laugh fades. The other guys find it funny and laugh.
“I’m not going to argue with you over this again.” He replies with a smirk.
“Yeah, because that went so well the first time.”
Adam interjects, “Hey, hey. Let me get my girl home.” He laughs, saying goodbye to his buddies.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me to his car which is parked far enough away from the station that nobody can see.
Once we know we are alone, he suddenly pushes me up against the SUV and his mouth finds mine. My fingers grip his hair as he kisses me fiercely and his fingers dig into my hips. Biting on his bottom lip, a small moan escapes my lips when his knee spreads my legs apart and presses against my jeans. The friction is too much to handle and I grind against his thigh, wanting so much more.
“I bet I can make you cum in less than a minute.” He breathes against my lips as his hands work on the button and zipper to my jeans.
“Let me see you try.” I challenge him, and he pulls back enough for me to look into his eyes.
He pushes my jeans and panties down around my knees and leans over, kissing my exposed shoulder. I shudder from his soft lips on my skin.
Never will I be able to get used to the way he makes me feel.
“Fuck.” I breathe when he presses two fingers against my clit. Just the fact we are out in the open makes it so much more hotter and I feel myself get wetter thinking about it.
“Do you like that, baby?” His hot breath against my neck sends shivers through my body.
“Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Adam, please-”
“Please what?” He glances at me, and I bite my bottom lip.
Asshole, he is teasing me.
“Just fucking finger me already. I ne-”
I let out a gasp as he slides two fingers deep inside me and my hand grasps his wrist.
Leaning down, he whispers in my ear “The countdown starts now.”
My head falls back against the window as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me insanely fast.
“Fuck, oh my god!” I scream as my nails dig into his wrists.
With his other hand, he grabs both of mine and pushes them against the window above me, holding me still.
“Do you love when I finger your pussy?” He whispers in my ear.
I don’t reply, only a moan escapes my lips when he quickens his pace.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He doesn’t stop his assault on my pussy as he leans down and lightly kisses my shoulder. It leaves though and I feel his breath against my lips. “Open your eyes.”
I open them and stare into his sapphire blue eyes. Unlike Jonathan’s, they are filled with love and wanting. Something I have always wanted.
My pussy clenches around his fingers as my knees buckle. If he wasn’t holding me still, I would have fallen already.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I groan, and he bites his bottom lip as he pumps his fingers in even faster, hitting that sweet spot that he knows will send me over the edge.
“Let go, baby.” He pants and just those words make me come undone.
My orgasm is powerful and I scream out his name and fall into his arms. He wraps them around me, breathing just as hard as I am as he plants a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispers against my hair.
I lean my head back to look up into his eyes, “I love you.”
He smiles and brushes my hair out of my face. “I love you too, Amelia.”
