Somebody please tell me why I filled my room with blankets and teddies and not sharp heavy pointy objects.
I hold up my hands like maybe that will halt his progress. “You don’t have to do this, Tommy. You can just turn around and leave. I won’t tell anyone.”
He laughs. “Not so tough without your psycho bitch sidekick, are you?”
Anger straightens my shoulders and I edge closer to the window.
Tommy plays with the knife, the sharp blade glinting from the bedside light. “There’s nowhere to run, Hazel. So, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
I almost roll my eyes at the cliché. He thinks he’s so tough, but the window is unlocked. I’m on the ground floor. All I’d need to do is push it open and run.
Fuck it. I will not be taken down by Dickweed.
I spin around. The wooden frame digs into my palms as I push the window up and the briefest waft of cold air hits my legs before Tommy tackles me from behind.
I cry out, my hip cracking against the floor as I land with his body pressed on top of mine.
He leers down at me, his tongue darting out over his lips. “I was so hoping you’d pick the hard way.”
I buck, trying to dislodge him, but Tommy just straddles my waist and laughs. He trails the tip of the knife between my breasts and I freeze.
“I was told to bring you in alive, but no one ever said I couldn’t have some fun first.”
I swallow back bile and turn my head to the side. My heart is freaking the fuck out and I wonder what he’d do if I just had a heart attack right now.
Woman thwarts man’s plans to kill her by dying first.
Tommy shifts lower but the second his hands grips my jaw I start fighting again. I will not let this man force a kiss on me. Not again. Flynn’s name is still written on my stomach and the only person who gets to touch me like that is him.
“Stay still,” Tommy curses, but I don’t.
I twist and writhe, reaching for anything I can use as a weapon. Then my hand hits silicone. I almost laugh. I wrap my fingers around the vibrator wand, tug it free of its charger, and slam the metal end against Tommy’s head.
The knife falls from his hand and scatters under the bed.
“Fucking bitch!”
I hit him again and he scrambles off me, reaching for the knife.
Shit, shit, shit.I can’t let him get it. Knife beats vibrator every time. I sit up and the metal point of the charging cable digs into my palm.The cable.
I yank the charger free and hook it over Tommy’s neck, pulling him back before he reaches the knife. I twist the cable around his neck a second time and pull hard.
His hands go to his throat, trying to tug at the cable, but I just pull harder, wedging my knee into his back. My hands are shaking, adrenaline rushing through me as Tommy’s spluttering hits the quiet room. I don’t know how long I hold it but eventually he stops struggling. I collapse against the floor.
Painful grooves dig into my hands where the cable was and I back up against the bedside table, my whole body shaking. The room around me blurs, fading into nothing until a familiar voice reaches my ears.
“Hazel! Lilac!”
Flynn.
“In my room,” I call out, my lips numb. God, I’m cold.
Flynn bursts through the door, dropping to his knees in front of me. His warm hands cradle my face and I don’t realize I’m crying until he brushes my tears away.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he murmurs and I nod because I don’t know what else to do.
My gaze drops to where Tommy’s lying on the floor, the vibrator charging cable still wrapped around his neck. His eyes are closed, his mouse brown hair sticking to his forehead.
