DRAGGING HER
1062 Words
JANE
I lay sprawled on the cold floor, tears racking my throat. Every inch of my body throbbed with pain and some parts like my arms were coated in blood. It felt as if I were trapped in a relentless inferno. Perhaps hell. I tried to stand but my legs were feeble. They gave way before I could even properly stand, sending me crashing back down to the floor.
"Argh," I cried out, clutching my hurting butt.
This was the fourth time I was landing on my butt in the space of a few hours.
I couldn't help feeling pity for the poor thing, just as I was feeling pity for my wretched self. I managed to crawl to my couch and not bothering to stand, lay my head on it.
My thoughts soon drifted to the threat Evans left hanging heavy in the air before he stormed off.
The ultimatum echoed in my mind: he was going to come back and I was supposed to have made up my mind before then.
My breath caught in my throat at the thought. 'What was I going to do?' I wondered in despair.
I didn't know when I dozed off with the haunting thought running through my mind.
The relentless pounding on my door jolted me awake. Rubbing my tired eyes, I strained to recall if I was expecting any visitors.
But at the gesture, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I had no one in this world except Rachel and she would have informed me prior to her arrival so it couldn't be her.
An ominous foreboding instantly gripped me— if not Rachel, then who?
"Jack, we've been hammering on this godforsaken door for over an hour, and the b***h wouldn't answer. She must have spotted us through the hole on the door and is choosing to ignore. In that case, shouldn't we just break down the damn door?"
I heard an angry voice suggest. I recognized the voice almost immediately. It was the voice of one of my father's creditors.
What?
My life flashed before my eyes, and an inexplicable surge of strength propelled me onto my feet at a speed I hadn't thought possible, even for werewolves.
Hastening to my phone, I snatched it up, panic gripping my throat as I checked the date. "Oh my god," I gasped in dread.
This was the last day of the three-month grace period I was given to repay the debt.
"I agree with Asher, Jack. We should break down the door and teach that b***h a lesson for keeping us out here for over an hour!" Another creditor exclaimed.
My mind whirred with disbelief. How could he and Asher be so certain that I deliberately locked them out?
I broke into a cold sweat, my heart pounding mercilessly against my fragile chest. I didn't lock them out but that wasn't the issue.
If I heard them, I would have still done the same. I didn't have their money and one thing was certain; I'd be dead if they found me. Where could I go? Who would I run to?
'Rachel! I could run to her!' The idea struck me like a lifeline. Slipping my feet into my flip-flop, I sprinted towards the back door, my only chance at eluding the peril closing in. With trembling hands, I fumbled to unlock the door, my mind racing with the urgency of escape.
After what felt like forever, I finally unlocked the door and dashed out, only to bump into something, no, someone.
I froze.
"Going somewhere, b***h?" The burly, scary man in front of me sneered and pulled me into his arms, an evil grin distorting his chiseled face. I knew him. He was one of the creditors, Jack. s**t, I'm dead.
I struggled to break free from him but it was of no use. My gesture was like an ant trying to break free from the grip of an elephant.
He was that humanly big.
I swallowed hard, bile rising in my throat.
"I..." I struggled to respond, my words caught in my throat, when an explosion-like sound reverberated all over the place, chilling me to the bone.
The entrance door must have been broken down. Would I make it out today?
"Jack, there's no one in here, what about over there?" Asher's voice pierced the air from the sitting room, tormenting my ears.
Jack grinned as he responded in the same loud voice, "You don't have to worry about her, buddy. She's right here in my arms. Ran straight into me while trying to escape."
"Oh, that's awesome," Asher erupted into a loud, throaty laugh. "You were right after all."
'Right about what?' I raised my brows, and then it abruptly dawned on me. They were all at the entrance door not long ago, but somehow Jack managed to catch me just before I could escape through the back door. I see. It must have been he who brought up the idea of coming in through the back door while the others followed the front door. Such an asshole!
My brows narrowed into a deep frown.
"Oh, cutie cat, you didn't think you could escape us, did you?" As if he could read my thoughts, Jack drawled, caressing my hair.
Was he here to play love or collect his debt?
I shot him a glare. "Stop touching me!"
The defiance in my voice masked the fear that simmered beneath the surface.
"Hah," he laughed, his expression somewhat like I just said the biggest joke in the world. "We are just getting started, and you are already complaining?"
My heart skipped a beat. Getting started? What was he starting exactly?
I fearfully looked up at him.
"Are you not here for your money?"
"I am," he shrugged dismissively. "But it's obvious you don't have it, else you wouldn't choose to lock us out and flee through the back door. Am I wrong?" I lowered my head. He had already figured me out.
Though I didn't lock them out per se, what was my answer going to change?
"I thought as much," he said, his face suddenly darkening as his hand on my hair tightened. "Let's get into the house first before we start talking about that."
He didn't give me a chance to respond and started dragging me into the house.
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