/Samantha/
I was nauseous and found it difficult to breathe as I sat in the car with one hand on the door lock and the other on the handle of the vehicle, poised to bolt from the vehicle as soon as he was no longer close enough to me to threaten my safety. I knew there was a car parked in the driveway of the house that was three houses down, so that's where I was headed. It was just a couple hundred yards away, which I could easily cover on foot.
After moving a few steps away from the vehicle, he crouched down and plucked something out of the grass before glancing back at the vehicle with an annoyed expression. I immediately peered at his hand to see what he was holding, and to my amazement, it was a large stone. What the earth is he going to do with that?
He halted by the side of the car and stared at me once more before asking, "Are you going to open the door, Jailbait?" while cocking his head to the side and grinning at me. "Are you going to open the door Jailbait?"
I couldn't help but shake my head and wipe away the tears that were streaming down my face despite my best efforts to stop them. I barely had enough time to realize what he was doing and turn away while covering my face before his hand and the stone smashed into the driver's side window shattering glass all over my lap and shoulder. He rolled his eyes and brought his arm back. I barely had enough time to realize what he was doing and turn away while covering my face.
I shouted as I heard him fumbling with the lock, and I gripped the door handle with both hands in an effort to keep the door closed, but even as I was doing it, I knew it was pointless. He was going to get in no matter what. I actually just had one excellent hand, and it wasn't even close to being enough to beat him in terms of strength. He yanked open the door, and I came dangerously close to falling out of the car even though I had a firm grip on the steering wheel.
He grabbed my upper arm and yanked me to my feet, then slammed me against the car, causing my head to hit the window and my neck to hurt from what seemed like whiplash. As agony surged through me and caused me to feel queasy, I whimpered as I saw little lights at the corners of my vision. I also felt slightly sick.
"Samantha, that was so f***ing foolish, and now I have to fix my car!" He hissed as his fingers became increasingly constricting on my arm, causing me to whimper.
"I.....I'm sorry," you mumbled. I whispered something in an attempt to suppress my sobs, but it was pointless.
He heaved a sigh, his features softened, and he wiped away my tears with the back of his palm while brushing his hand over the side of my face. "Just stop acting in the same manner going forward. What exactly is wrong with you, if you get my meaning? I promised I wouldn't harm you again, but you just won't forgive me no matter how much I apologize. How many times do you want me to apologize, Jailbait? "He questioned me while bending his head and gently caressing my cheek, which caused the acid in my stomach to rise.
"I have the want to go back home. My mother and father will probably be concerned about me." I lowered my voice since I was aware that I was not allowed to make any reference to Henry. Because he seemed to lose his temper at the mere mention of his name, I couldn't take the chance of him going mad once more.
"They won't object if you hang around with me here for a bit because you're familiar. It has been a very long time since we last spoke." He spoke gently as he pressed his body to mine, his nose sliding up the side of my jaw as his hand traced down the side of my leg. He was pressing his body to mine.
I gave a slow nod while trying to come up with another response "Is Michelle at home right now? I'd like to meet her again." I managed to mumble the words, my voice cracking ever so little as I spoke.
He gave me a little shake of his head and then planted a kiss in the crook of my neck "Not at all; she'll be spending the weekend at Martin's place. This weekend will consist of only the two of us: myself and you. No one will bother us, and we will finally get some time to ourselves." He cooed as his hand slid around to my privates and he gave me a firm squeeze. He instantly drew away from me and then re-grabbed my arm, to the point that he was nearly dragging me towards his house.
I decided to just close my eyes and follow him, knowing that there was nothing else I could do about the situation. When we were inside, he let me go when I had stopped, and I glanced around in disbelief because the interior appeared to be completely normal. I'm not sure what I thought the interior of his house would look like, but it was actually quite adorable and even had a cozy feel to it.
"Blake, may I ask if it's okay to use the restroom?" I asked feebly while forcing a little smile on my face, which resulted in a genuine grin from him.
"Jailbait, you are welcome to stay at my house whenever you like. It's at the very bottom of that section." He gave a nod in the direction of the corridor and then moved his attention back to the front door, where he flicked the latch. I jumped as it snapped into position; the sound seemed to reverberate throughout my entire body and gave me shivers at the thought of how close we were to reaching the end.
I gulped loudly and turned, seeking up the hallway for the bathroom. I saw a door at the end of the hallway, so I hurriedly walked towards it while praying that he wouldn't stop me. Perhaps there was a window or some other opening in there through which I might escape and make my way to the house that was a couple of doors down the street.
"Don't stay out of jail for too long." Blake placed the call.
I sucked in a deep breath before forcing a grin and nodding my head. As soon as I entered the restroom, I noticed the window. I dashed over to it as quickly as I could, with hope welling up inside of me, but the damned thing was locked. "$hit," I thought. I whispered while pressing the top of my head against the glass. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone while simultaneously saying a silent prayer that Blake wouldn't be able to hear me chatting in this room because it would be game over if he did.
I quickly called Henry's number while holding my breath and moving as far away from the door as I could, just in case Blake was listening in or was waiting for me outside or anything else like that.
Henry responded almost instantly to the question. He screamed her name in desperation, "Samantha!"
"I want you to pay attention to me, darling. Blake arrived at the school and coerced me into getting into his car; I'm currently at his residence; are you familiar with its location?" I mumbled something while forcing my eyes tight.
What the f*** is he saying? The scream that Henry let out caused me to flinch, and my ears started to ring a little bit.
"Baby, be quiet; I have no idea how much longer I'll be on the phone! Do you know where he lives or not since I'm currently in the restroom and I have no idea where I am. Do you?" I uttered the words in a hushed tone.
"I am familiar with the neighborhood in where he resides. I'll go there as soon as I can, but I believe his house is around a half hour away from where you are. Are you able to remain in the restroom?" His tone suggested that he was under a great deal of pressure.
I knew I couldn't stay in the bathroom for very long because Blake would start to get suspicious very soon, but I didn't want Henry to be worrying more than he needed to, so I decided to play along and try to keep him calm. I didn't want Henry to be worrying more than he needed to because I didn't want Henry to be worrying more than he needed to. "I think it's safe for me to stay in here because I just shut the door, but you still need to go quickly. Dial 9-1-1; the police will arrive at the scene more quickly."
"This time, I'm going to murder him," he said. Henry growled. The notion of him saying those words with such malice in his eyes made me feel nauseous, and I knew that he had every intention of carrying them out. It was impossible for me to ask Henry to get in trouble or serve time in jail on my behalf.
"Henry, will you please phone the cops, baby? Please give them a call straight now, all right? Don't come here by yourself, okay? That'll make it easier for them to keep him in custody until the trial. Promise." I pleaded with you to wipe the tear that was running down my cheek.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "The police are completely ineffective Samantha, they've done nothing at all to stop this."
Oh sh*t, he's going to come here on his own, and he has no plans to call the police because he wants to beat Blake to the point where he can't feel his own body anymore. "Henry Williams, you must not be so brazen as to do this! You must immediately phone the police, or else I guarantee that I will become really irate with you. Please don't put yourself in danger, I can't afford to have you get in trouble, so just give them a call and let them take care of it." I pleaded and pleaded with them.