Chapter 147: Run For Your Life
“Julian!!” I screamed his name louder when we approached my doom.
*He’s really gonna throw me off the roof!*
My nails dug into the skin on his arms in an attempt to fight back and literally cling on to dear life, but Julian could still rip my bandaged hands off of his clothes. I felt the muscles in his arms flex and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. “No!”
And with one swing, he tossed me off of the roof. I screamed my lungs out until it felt like they were bleeding, my eyes closing the entire way down and preparing for my death, but the ground came sooner than I expected it to. The wind was knocked out of me and I couldn’t breathe for a solid five seconds, despite landing on something that barely cushioned my fall. Once my blurred vision regained focus, I realized I had landed on the long chair on my balcony. It was about a six-foot drop.
*Holy fucking shit…!*
I quickly rolled off of the outdoor long chair and took action before Julian could jump down next. I dragged the long chair into my room and used it to block the balcony door after locking it. I knew it wouldn’t keep him out, but it would at least buy me time.
*Amy got away, right? She’ll go get help! I don’t care about the police anymore, I just need to get the fuck outta here!*
I quickly limped out of my room and looked around for the next hiding spot. I couldn’t go outside. Julian would spot me. Grace’s phone crossed my mind, but something told me that Julian had taken it with him and I missed my chance to call for help, too.
*There’s no telling if I’ll get lucky and the service will start working again either.*
With clumsy steps, I ran to Grace’s room, hoping that would be the last place Julian would expect me to be, but then I froze in my tracks.
*Wait–no, I can’t think like that. Julian fucking knows me better than I know myself! I have to think outside the box.*
Goosebumps crawled up my skin, but there was only one place I could think of that would be the last place I’d go to hide. Julian’s room. Walking back into the lion’s den while he’s away. I have no choice.
I quickly changed directions and ran to Julian’s room, almost falling over several times when my thigh made my leg refuse to obey me further. After barging into his room, I silently closed the bedroom door and looked for a place to hide. Under the bed isn’t on my list of options anymore. There are only two other places. I looked between the wardrobe and the bathroom. Burying myself beneath a pile of clothes didn’t sound very effective.
*No. I need something to fight back with!*
With a swift limp, I went into his bathroom and looked through his things until I found some cologne on the counter, then hid in the cabinet beneath his sink. The feeling of cobwebs against my skin and in my hair gave me shivers, but not nearly as bad as the thought of facing death at any second.
*Have I ever been in love with Julian?*
I don’t know… I know I was stupidly attracted to him. He was handsome, charming, charismatic, perfect in every way. He was everything I wasn’t, everything that wasn’t on the west-side. Over time, I felt something different for him. Something stronger than lust. I… wanted to be at his side because I liked the way he made me feel. I can never forget how he was at my side after waking from my nightmares and calming me down when I was at my worst. I could see it in his eyes. He truly did care about me. Did he love me? I think so, maybe… I only knew the love of my parents. I was blind to everything else. Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was obsession this whole time, and it's finally showing now that his medication is out of his system. I couldn’t ignore all the times he’s helped me and made me feel better about myself. But at the same time, he killed my mom’s best friend, the innocent neighbor, and Jack. I can never forgive him for that.
*Grace was one thing. But can I really hurt Julian? I hate him. I want to; I need to! So… why does my chest hurt at the thought??*
I clutched his bottle of cologne. The scent of him made my whirlwind of turmoil clog my judgment. My inner storm snapped to a stop when I heard a nearby door slam open. Grace’s room. I knew it. But now what? Do I run? Do I look for a new hiding place? If Julian realizes that I predicted what he predicted, then he’ll either go to the room that I feel safest in–Mom and Gabriel’s room–or me trying to be clever–Julian’s room.
My throat tightened in a shaky breath when I heard him laugh from Grace’s room and make his way out. He didn’t bother making his steps quiet. He purposely wanted to put me on edge. He whistled as if calling his dog. His voice was a soft song in a single word. “Beautiful~”
*Fucking hell!*
“You’re getting clever. You’ve always been so impressive. Beautiful is still so amazing, even with rabies.”
*Just shut up already!*
I clutched his bottle of cologne so tightly that it was starting to leak when I heard his bedroom door slowly creak open. He catches on fast. *Am I really that fucking predictable?!* I did my best to not make any noise, but my frightened body made my breathing harder and louder to the point I had to cover my mouth.
The rustle of cloth told me that he looked under the bed and the clack of wood indicated that he checked his wardrobe, too. There was only one place left. Sweat mixed with the rain’s water poured off of me as I heard his footsteps get louder until he entered the bathroom.
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