Escaping miracle-2

“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.