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He’s going to figure out that the knife is gone.
I don’t hesitate.
While his back is turned to me, I move.
I spring off the bed, the knife in my hand. Before I can think, before I can let him react, I stab him.
I’m worried about hitting his ribs. So I go for the lower right quadrant. He’s muscular, and for a split second I’m worried about the amount of force that I applied, until I feel the knife push into his muscles.
I pull it out quickly, stabbing in where I can tell.
Kidneys.
Liver.
I get in two stabs before he spins, roaring. “You bitch!” he screams.
I step backward, holding the knife out in front of me.
As predicted, his pain is making him delirious. He rushes forward, throwing his weight at me, but I’m faster.
And those tattoos make for a really easy target.
I manage one more stab, right in his gut, before I rush past him. I throw open the door to the bedroom, knife in hand, and sprint out.
This house is so freaking huge.
I sprint down a long hallway, looking at the end. Behind me, I hear Kieran stumble. Hopefully he’ll pass out at any moment from blood loss.
The stairway beckons.
Faster than I’ve ever run in my life, I sprint down the stairs. There’s a huge entryway, but I don’t know what’s out there. Could be multitudes of armed guards. Could be a whole freaking army.
I run the opposite way instead.
There’s a flip phone out on the kitchen counter. Thinking it might come in handy, I grab it. I run a little more, opening doors as I go.
One opens to more stairs.
Basement.
I shut the door quietly behind me, then sprint down the stairs.
It’s dark down here. I have to find somewhere darker…
I need to hide.
The rooms fly by me. TV room. Spa. Gym. Wow this is the biggest house I’ve ever been in. One by one, I open and shut doors, all the while listening for Kieran’s voice.
I’m terrified that he’ll come back to find me.
Finally, I see something. Inside one of the bedrooms, there’s a closet.
I tuck myself into it.
In the dark, my chest is heaving, and I try to calm my breathing down. I count my breaths.Four in. Four out. Four in. Four out.
I’m not sure how much time is passing. I know that I’m just trying to pull myself together, and mostly, I’m trying to listen.
