mattress.
“Sorry,” he whispered, putting a cool rag on my forehead. “Damn, I didn't want to hurt you, but you gave me no choice.”
He caressed my cheek gently and then ran a calloused finger down my neck, stopping just above the v-neckline of my black shirt. I forced my breathing to remain steady although I was completely unhinged by his actions at that point.
“You're so beautiful,” he said in a husky voice.
His touch made my skin crawl. Resisting the urge to bash in his skull, and not really understanding why I hadn't already, I remained as still as possible.
Just then my cell phone began to ring again and Austin got up off of the bed. He answered it and walked away.
“Yes, she's fine...she's sleeping right now,” he murmured into the phone. “What? No, I can't do that Kris. It's just too dangerous. There are zombies everywhere.”
I listened to him as he explained that my dad was still missing and we were holding up fine at the house. Hearing his lies infuriated me. I ignored the pain, jumped out of bed, and managed to snatch the phone from his grasp.
“Mom… dad's alive and Austin's… kidnapped me!” I shouted into the phone.
His pissed off face turned scarlet and he rushed me, slamming me to the ground. I howled in pain as we wrestled for the phone. With my head throbbing and my ankle on fire, I was simply no match for him though, even with his injuries. He quickly took possession of the phone and stood up.
“Mom!” I yelled, trying to stand back up myself. I was frustrated and in so much pain that I began to cry.
Austin stepped away, aimed the gun at me and pretended to fire it as a warning.
“Kris, she's fine,” he said calmly, opening the bedroom door. With one last fleeting glance towards me, he smiled smugly. “She's just very angry with me right now because I won't let her out of the house to search for her dad. It’s for her own good of course. Listen, I have to go. No, you can talk to her later.” He closed the door behind him and slid the heavy object back, trapping me once more.
Asshole , I thought. I'm getting out of here whether he likes it or not.
I stood and limped over to the window. It certainly was a long way down, but I was nobody’s prisoner.
I removed the window screen and somehow managed to pull myself onto the roof. Then, just when I thought I was in the clear, my ankle exploded in pain while swinging my legs around.
“Oh God!” I screamed silently. Blood rushed to my head and I was weak with dizziness. I closed my eyes and took a small breaths, waiting for the pain to ease just enough for it to be bearable. When the pain became somewhat manageable, I breathed in deeply and crawled down the side, eventually sliding down to the very edge of the roof. Then I dropped as quietly as I could onto the porch railing and found myself reeling from another wave of intense pain.
“Leaving so soon?” snickered Austin, who was leaning against the screen door. “Sorry to foil your plans for escape, but seriously, you made enough noise to attract any zombie within miles. Almost like ringing their dinner bell, I reckon. You know, I'd be very careful out there if I were you. You never know what kind of dangerous things you might encounter.”
Trying not to give in to my growing hysteria, I limped frantically away from him, hoping beyond hope for some kind of miracle.
The screen door slammed as he began to follow me. “Hey, where are you planning on going?” he yelled. “You're injured and you don't have any weapons. You're easy prey, Wild.”
I stopped at the edge of the corn field and turned around to face him. “I'd rather have a fighting chance against the zombies or whatever wild animals I might encounter, than be your prisoner Austin.”
He walked towards me and shook his head. “Why can't you get it through your thick skull that I'm trying to protect you.”
My jaw dropped. “Since when is taking me away from my family, putting your hands all over me,
“Sorry,” he whispered, putting a cool rag on my forehead. “Damn, I didn't want to hurt you, but you gave me no choice.”
He caressed my cheek gently and then ran a calloused finger down my neck, stopping just above the v-neckline of my black shirt. I forced my breathing to remain steady although I was completely unhinged by his actions at that point.
“You're so beautiful,” he said in a husky voice.
His touch made my skin crawl. Resisting the urge to bash in his skull, and not really understanding why I hadn't already, I remained as still as possible.
Just then my cell phone began to ring again and Austin got up off of the bed. He answered it and walked away.
“Yes, she's fine...she's sleeping right now,” he murmured into the phone. “What? No, I can't do that Kris. It's just too dangerous. There are zombies everywhere.”
I listened to him as he explained that my dad was still missing and we were holding up fine at the house. Hearing his lies infuriated me. I ignored the pain, jumped out of bed, and managed to snatch the phone from his grasp.
“Mom… dad's alive and Austin's… kidnapped me!” I shouted into the phone.
His pissed off face turned scarlet and he rushed me, slamming me to the ground. I howled in pain as we wrestled for the phone. With my head throbbing and my ankle on fire, I was simply no match for him though, even with his injuries. He quickly took possession of the phone and stood up.
“Mom!” I yelled, trying to stand back up myself. I was frustrated and in so much pain that I began to cry.
Austin stepped away, aimed the gun at me and pretended to fire it as a warning.
“Kris, she's fine,” he said calmly, opening the bedroom door. With one last fleeting glance towards me, he smiled smugly. “She's just very angry with me right now because I won't let her out of the house to search for her dad. It’s for her own good of course. Listen, I have to go. No, you can talk to her later.” He closed the door behind him and slid the heavy object back, trapping me once more.
Asshole , I thought. I'm getting out of here whether he likes it or not.
I stood and limped over to the window. It certainly was a long way down, but I was nobody’s prisoner.
I removed the window screen and somehow managed to pull myself onto the roof. Then, just when I thought I was in the clear, my ankle exploded in pain while swinging my legs around.
“Oh God!” I screamed silently. Blood rushed to my head and I was weak with dizziness. I closed my eyes and took a small breaths, waiting for the pain to ease just enough for it to be bearable. When the pain became somewhat manageable, I breathed in deeply and crawled down the side, eventually sliding down to the very edge of the roof. Then I dropped as quietly as I could onto the porch railing and found myself reeling from another wave of intense pain.
“Leaving so soon?” snickered Austin, who was leaning against the screen door. “Sorry to foil your plans for escape, but seriously, you made enough noise to attract any zombie within miles. Almost like ringing their dinner bell, I reckon. You know, I'd be very careful out there if I were you. You never know what kind of dangerous things you might encounter.”
Trying not to give in to my growing hysteria, I limped frantically away from him, hoping beyond hope for some kind of miracle.
The screen door slammed as he began to follow me. “Hey, where are you planning on going?” he yelled. “You're injured and you don't have any weapons. You're easy prey, Wild.”
I stopped at the edge of the corn field and turned around to face him. “I'd rather have a fighting chance against the zombies or whatever wild animals I might encounter, than be your prisoner Austin.”
He walked towards me and shook his head. “Why can't you get it through your thick skull that I'm trying to protect you.”
My jaw dropped. “Since when is taking me away from my family, putting your hands all over me,
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