DERRICK IN VIEW.
821 Words
Sarah's vision was blurry as she gradually regained consciousness. She was now seated on a chair in the middle of the house, her hands bound to her back. Sarah's heart immediately skipped a beat as she realized the severity of her situation, what just happened? Her head still felt the pain from the impact she had, and Sarah could feel her tension building up. Already trembling, she tried breaking free from the stronghold but she couldn't, whoever tied her understood the assignment. She resulted to turning her head behind her to hopefully get a glimpse of her attacker.
" Don't even think about it. "
Sarah flinched as she heard a gruff, tough, and tired voice behind her.
" Take one glimpse backward and I'll drive this knife into your neck. "
Sarah gasped as she felt a cold and sharp metallic object grazing her skin.
" Who are you and why are you here? " Derrick asked.
Sarah summoned the courage to ask, " I should be asking... you that.. that. "
" No, you're tied up and I'm the one with the knife, so how about you answer my questions. " Derrick firmly said.
" Sarah Rhodes. "
Derrick was disappointed, he expected to see Leah as it was her house to possibly get an explanation from her.
" Say... Sarah? "
" Yes, yes... " Sarah nodded, " And you are? "
" I said I'm asking the questions! " Derrick yelled, he needed to act tough, he didn't want to hurt her but he was desperate.
Sarah shook in shock, her neck digging subtlety into the knife as she bleed, " Aah! " Sarah yelled bending her neck in pain.
Derrick freaked throwing the knife in shock as she rushed toward her. " I told you not to move! now you're bleeding. "
Sarah cried in fear, her body trembling as she was uncertain about what was going on, was she about to be killed by Leah's killer too?
Derrick was uncomfortable because of Sarah's cries, he didn't intend to get her in that position but maybe he could use that to his advantage.
" Stop crying, it's just a smudge. " That was Derrick's way of comforting her, he place a piece of cloth on her neck.
Sarah pitifully sniffed.
" I said stop crying! " Derrick yelled in frustration, his situation was getting to him.
Sarah blurted out, " How can I stop crying when there's an intruder in my house? how can I stop crying when I'm tied to a chair? "
" Your... your house? "
Sarah nodded, was she being robbed right now? " Please what do you want? "
" Isn't this Leah's house? " Derrick asked.
Sarah's look became more intense and confused, he wasn't a thief, he knew the identity of the owner, but why was he here? her fear increased.
Sarah nodded in fear.
" Then... then where is she? " Derrick asked.
Sarah has had enough of the rollercoaster of surprises and confusion, just who was this man? how did he know about Leah and not the fact that she was dead? and the fact that he was here meant that he knew Leah in some sort of way.
" So every time I ask you a question, I have to remind you to answer me? " He asked with his hand still fixed on her bleeding neck.
" Get me out of this chair and I'll tell you where she is. " Sarah didn't know where she summoned the courage from.
Derrick paused as he was surprised at her sudden courage, " What... what if I hurt you? " It was worth the shot, Derrick thought.
" You're holding a cloth on my bleeding neck right now, " Sarah replied.
Derrick immediately threw the cloth away, but when he spotted more blood, he hurriedly picked it back up now placing it on her neck once more. " s**t! you really have a death wish, haven't you?
" Untie me. " Sarah sounded firm.
Derrick groaned frustratedly as he angrily turned the chair, facing Sarah over to him.
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Sarah was faced with a man she'd never seen in her life. He had long brown hair which was roughly scattered across his dirty face. He looked homeless for sure, Sarah could see charcoal, dust, and dirt imprinted on his face and all over his body.
Some debris caught up in his rough hair, his clothes torn and full of holes. His light blue eyes were the only thing that stood out on his face. He was tall, his out-of-place shirt now exposed his extremely broad and muscular shoulders. His hands were now off her neck as it sat on his slender waist, his left foot anxiously stomping the ground as he appeared pissed and scared at the same time. He looked like he just survived an apocalypse.
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