I’m not sure how or why, but he knows I’m gone.
He’s out there, looking for me.
Matthew is out there looking for me.
Aiden’s malicious words squashed that surge of hope just as quickly as it rose.
I’m going to kill him.
There was pure evil staring at me from his eyes, mixing with a maniacal glee as he said it, almost like he was looking forward to doing it. Anticipating it. Craving it.
Over my dead body.
It doesn’t matter what I have to do; I won’t let him hurt Matthew.
That means I have to get out of here.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I rub my wrists harder, trying to get some space so I can slip one of my hands from the duct tape binding them.
“It’s all their fault!” Aiden mutters.
My head snaps up, thinking he’s here and I’ll be caught, but Aiden’s still pacing in the other room, his frantic voice coming through the gap in the door.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! I wanted to do this right. Make Terry see that we’re perfect for each other. This time it was supposed to be different!”
Who the hell is Terry?
I don’t remember him mentioning that name once in all the time I’ve known him.
I listen intently, but his voice is low as he paces from one side of the room to the other.
Holding my breath, I bite the inside of my cheek as I scratch at the tape holding my wrists together. The whole thing seems to take forever. At this rate, I’ll never get free. Not that I have a plan on what to do with the handcuff that has my ankle bound to the bed or what to do ifI manage to work past that.
No, there is noif.
When.
Because Iwillget out of here, either by my own means or Matthew will find me.
But I’m getting out of here.
First thing, though, I need to get my hands free.
Step by step.
I grind my teeth together as I feel a burning sensation when I pull some of the hair on my arms along with the tape. Swallowing hard, I refuse to let out a sound. I twist my wrists this way and that.
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, Jessy.
My skin is raw and aching, but I won’t let that stop me.
Aiden’s been acting paranoid ever since he got that message that revealed the police are looking for him. He looks out the window every few seconds to see if they’re here, but you won’t hear me complain.
Do they know where he is? Are they on their way? Is Matthew coming to find me?
Hope and fear battle inside me. I want him to find me, but I’m also afraid of what Aiden might do to him.
I’m going to kill him.
