I didn’t think it would, but the throw bought me enough time to scramble from underneath the blanket that laid on top of me. As soon as I was out of the bed, he was within only a few inches from me. I noticed his right hand lifting. I tucked my chin and turned my head. He just clipped my jaw, but it was enough to feel it. This dude was huge, and he was already swinging again.
I coiled the top half of my body, lifting my right leg, causing him to punch my thigh instead of my damn ribs. He was much bigger than I was, and I knew there was no way I was going to out punch this piece of shit, so I went for what I knew.
Dropping low, I wrapped my arms around his legs, forcing him to stumble back and fall. As he went down, I sent an elbow to his ribs and then a second one, followed by a hammer fist to his face. He kept swinging wildly, cursing the whole time, but he was hurt. I knew that liver shot well. The shit didn’t feel good.
“Fucking bitch,” he cursed.
I scrambled from over the top of him and grabbed my cell phone, which had landed by the door. Picking it up, I started to run out of the room. Unfortunately, that was when this asshole grabbed my ankle, forcing me to my knees.
I rolled over until I was in the crab position and was pleased to see that his face was in perfect position to meet the heel of my foot. Lifting onto my hands, I pulled back my free leg and sent it forward with all the force I had in me. A satisfying feeling washing over me when he yelled at the same time I heard the crunching sound of bone. The bottom of my foot became warm, and I felt liquid. That was when I knew I drew blood.
He yelled and groaned, but still kept a hold of my ankle. I kicked again and moved closer to send another hammer fist to his face.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” he threatened.
“You’ll have to catch me first, you piece of shit,” I retorted, finally able to lift from the floor.
I was able to run toward the front of the house and grab my keys, ready to aim the canister of pepper spray in this guys’ direction. Luckily, he wasn’t directly behind me. That broken nose must’ve slowed him down. As I ran out to the truck with my phone in one hand and the keys in my other, I regretted that I hadn’t been able to kick him square in his dick. I would’ve loved to have seen him go down, screaming like a little bitch. As it were, I settled for the broken nose.
Panting, I locked the door to the truck and started the ignition, putting it in reverse to get the hell out of there. I didn’t know if that guy was still in there or if there was more than one of him, but I wasn’t about to stay around to find out.
I drove to the closest house I could while I pressed the button to dial the last number I’d called. It took a couple of rings, but Micah answered.
“What’s wrong?”
I explained what happened to him at the same time I started banging on my neighbor’s door.
“Oh, my goodness. You’re bleeding,” the older woman who answered squealed as soon as she saw me.
I went to hang up the phone to tell her what occurred, but Micah demanded I remain on the line with him, even as my neighbor called the police. In truth, hearing his voice on the other end of the line comforted me. He assured me that he was on his way over and over again. Though, I felt safer than I had minutes ago, alone in my home with an obviously dangerous man, knowing Micah was coming reassured me in a way that I craved more than my next breath.
“Are you going to keep pacing like that?” I questioned an irate looking Micah as he moved back and forth in front of me, yet again. We were back in my driveway as the deputies that’d arrived checked the house to make sure it was empty. According to the looks of things, the perp ran out the backdoor after I went out the front.
“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking left you here by yourself tonight. I had a feeling.” There was a deliberate growl in his voice.
I didn’t respond since the deputies emerged from the front door.
“Looks like it’s all clear.”
“Lookslike it’s all clear, or is it all clear?” Micah demanded.
I would’ve told him to calm down, but hell, the same question had entered my mind. The first deputy didn’t seem sure that the house was empty.
“It’s clear. There’s no one else inside,” the second deputy answered.
“Can you tell me what happened here tonight?” Deputy Harris asked, pulling out his notepad.
Micah moved closer to me as I folded my arms across my chest, wrapping myself up even tighter in the Texas state flag hoodie he’d given me to wear as soon as he arrived.
“I was asleep and heard a noise like someone was walking. I’m the only person with a key to this house, so I immediately grabbed my phone to call for help. That was when the guy pushed my bedroom door open and lunged for me.”
“He lunged at you? How so?”
I frowned, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Micah glare at the deputy.
“You don’t know what the hell a lunge is?” he questioned.
I almost snickered at the disdain in his voice.
