Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,20
hurt you." He snatched the television remote from me and threw it on the couch. "I just want to talk."
He stalked after me as I ran up the stairs to my room. I locked the door and quickly called back the number the detective had called me from.
"Detective Wilson speaking."
"He's in my house." I looked around my room and grabbed the knife I had taken from my mom's nightstand. "Please help me."
"Where are you?"
"In my bathroom, please hurry." I shut and locked my bathroom door and tried to stay calm.
Sure, I'd imagined something like this before after watching too many movies, but never did I think I'd be dealing with it myself. My body trembled and my skin felt sweaty and cold at the same time.
"Officers are on the way."
A knock sounded on the bathroom door and I gripped the knife. Why was he doing this to me? I bumped into the wall as I backed toward the shower.
"Riley." He drew out my name, taunting me. He jiggled the door handle.
If he could get into my bedroom that quickly, he would easily get into the bathroom. I was going to have to stab him.
"He's outside the bathroom door," I whispered, clutching the phone tight.
"Do you have something to protect yourself with? ETA is three minutes." I heard sirens from his end of the phone.
"I don't think I have three minutes." The lock turned and the phone slipped through my fingers, smashing into the tile floor as the door swung open.
I backed up into the shower and held the shaking knife in front of me. Jax bent to pick up the phone and ended the call to the detective.
His eyes went from the knife to my face. "Your back door was unlocked." He set the phone on the counter and met my eyes in the mirror. "Why don't you put the knife down, Riley."
"The police are coming." Probably not the smartest thing to say, but maybe he'd run. "Get out of my house."
He was standing at the shower door now, blocking any exit out of the predicament I was in. I should have gone to my mom's bedroom for her gun. It couldn't be that hard to shoot someone. There was a safety and then I just had to pull the trigger.
His eyes fell to the knife again and they narrowed. "Where did you get that knife?"
I didn't answer, my entire body stiff. If he came forward, would I be able to stab him? How hard would I have to jab him with it to cause injury?
He turned his head toward the door as if he was angling it to listen. He made a growling noise in his throat and then walked out without another word.
My body relaxed and I suddenly felt the need to sit down. I pushed into the tiled wall to keep from sliding to the shower floor. If he came back, I needed to be ready.
A few moments later, I heard the sound of sirens and then the front door being kicked in. I sagged against the wall and the knife clinked against the tile after slipping from my hand. I was safe.
Twenty minutes later, I was on the couch with a glass of water in my hands and a splitting headache. The adrenaline rush left me exhausted and weak.
"No signs of forced entry. I checked all the doors and windows and they were all locked." I sat, numb, on the couch as the detective filled out a report. Jax must have locked the back door when he left. "You're positive he was inside the house?"
"Yes." I furrowed my brows and looked inside my glass at the bubbles around the edge.
The detective's phone rang and he answered it, making nonverbal noises as the person on the other end talked to him. "The two officers that went to his house say he was in the middle of an extracurricular activity with a female."
I blinked so many times I thought my eyelids were going to ignite. "But that's impossible. It hasn't been that long. How could he get home and already be in bed with a girl?"
Detective Wilson leaned forward and put his clipboard on the coffee table before turning toward me with a sympathetic face. "Look... sometimes when the mind is under a lot of stress-"
I stood. "You think I made it up?" I couldn't believe someone that should be on my side was questioning me.
"I think you are a smart young woman who is worried about her