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He yanked the mask back onto his face and turned, his back toward the camera. I’ll admit, it wasn’t going as smoothly as I’d like it to. We were both being extremely quiet, a silent fight. It was a riddle of a clash, urgent, raging and totally soundless. As much as either of us wanted to yell and throw the other into the wall we fought a restrained battle, neither wanting to wake the Jacobs. I, because I wanted to keep the danger from them and he, so he couldn’t get caught. What should have been exaggerated movements became minimal. I hated it, every second of it.
The adrenaline pumping through me would have produced a hit the equivalent of a Mack track going a hundred miles an hour. He should have been dead weight on the floor by now but I just couldn’t risk waking the Jacobs. He held the slightly upper hand only because I let him have it. A woke Gerry and Ann Jacobs could mean a hurt Gerry and Ann Jacobs and that was not worth it. This situation was my fault and I was finally starting to regret the risk of it. I still hadn’t exposed his face and things were quickly spiraling out of my control. He was catching the remnants and gaining the upper hand.
He pinned me to the ground and hit me brutally across the face with something hard within his reach. It was too dark to see what it was but it made me too dizzy to fight back. I watched him stand up, walk to the window and mumble something under his breath. He walked back and my eyes barely reached the six feet to his masked face.
“This is how I win,” he said and that was all I could remember before he stuck me with a four inch needle in the neck.
Chapter Eight
Rubber Ribbons and Jellied Arms
When I woke, the morning sun branded itself into my eyes. All I could see was the blinding yellow rays of light that gave me an instant pounding headache. I went to block the sun with my hands but couldn’t pick up either of my arms. I was freezing cold. My teeth had to have been chattering unconsciously for hours because even my teeth felt sore.
My jaw was so tender, too pained actually, and I realized that whatever Jesse had hit me with had actually broken it. I was in excruciating pain and worse yet, I couldn’t move. I started to panic. Why can’t I move! I felt paralyzed and worried that Jesse may have broken my spine at the neck no less, but if that were true how was I able to feel everything? The tears were beginning to well up but I fought back. I wasn’t going to shed a single drop for the psycho.
I tried to turn my head to see where I was but wasn’t able. I did recognize a very large tree from the school parking lot and wondered what Jesse was up to in putting me here. For several hours, I remained paralyzed, but somehow in incredible pain.
I tried to remember what had happened during the struggle but was having difficulty. I finally recalled a needle and couldn’t comprehend where Jesse had gotten something like that.
He’d drugged me. I wondered if he was trying to kill me and it just didn’t work. I tried moving my body again and again and eventually found I had regained the use of my toes. I sighed in relief when I heard Danny’s police cruiser. I could tell it was him because it was moving along at a snail’s pace and his windows must have been down because I heard his dispatcher spout some code.
It was difficult to see properly through a window when the temperature on the inside of your vehicle was almost thirty degrees higher than the temperature outside. He was looking for me. I tried yelling but found that I couldn’t. A new panic rushed through me. I hadn’t tried using my voice before when analyzing what I was able to move on my body.
I waited an agonizing five minutes to be discovered. I heard Danny’s car screech to a halt despite his sluggish pace. I heard him flip his cruiser into park and jump out. His boots clamored up the sidewalk and ran up to me. It was so cold, the moisture from his breath froze in the air and billowed into tiny clouds above my face.
“Are you alright son?” He asked, desperate for a reply.
ckled, but not out of humor. I was close to becoming violent. ‘Goodbye Jules. I’ll see you in twenty to life’ violent.
She sucked in a harsh breath, “Elliott, listen to me. If you so much as look at Jesse our chances of catching him will be lost. If you hurt him, you won’t be able to protect me.”
That put everything into perspective. She was right. If I did hurt him, I would feel better, but I would also lose the opportunity to protect Jules. I was blinded by hate, but no longer. Jules released that feeling from me.
“I’m so sorry Jules. You’re right. I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just in love with me and want to stop the problem that’s threatening me. It’s only natural, but you’ve got to tame the urge.”
“Why are you so damn smart?” I asked.
“I’m not. I’m just........intuitive.”
“And just as in love with me as I am with you,” I said in complete confidence. “That’s why I’m determined to get you back here by new year’s.”
“I won’t hold my breath, but,” she paused, “I will hold a kiss.”
“I’m counting on it.”
“Alright, Elliott. Call me when you see the entire video.”
“Okay. Hey, Jules?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so in love with you.”
“As I am with you.”
“Bye.”
