Escaping miracle-2

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.