Tangled Love

The blade glistens in front of my eyes. I immediately silence, my body frozen in place.

"Please don't do this," I plead, my throat closing over until it's hard to breathe. His hand grips onto me and shoves me against the wall forcefully.

"You can beg me all you like, I hated you from the minute I laid eyes on you." Trevor hisses, the blade growing closer to me. I scream out loud, my frightened yells bouncing off the walls and floating around us. I reach up, scratching at his hold so that I can escape.

It only causes him to hold on tighter.

The cool feeling of the blade pressing against my throat silences my screams for help and I whimper, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Mum will never forgive you," I whisper, desperately searching his cold eyes for any sign of human sympathy. Cold black bottomless pits stare back at me and I blink, tearing my eyes off him. It's no use, he's a monster.

"Your mother hates you too." He hisses in my face, the blade pressing further into my skin. Any further force and I know it'll eventually pierce the tender skin. I suck in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and I have no option but to continue begging for my life.

A knock on the front door causes Trevor to freeze, growing silent. He clamps his hand over my mouth, muffling out the whimpers coming from me.

"Don't say a word or I'll kill you."

nod desperately, my eyes dropping down to the knife that's still pressed against my throat. Relief washes over me, silent tears streaming down my face as Trevor pushes me backwards into the

my tears. My legs are shaking underneath my weight, threatening to give in any second.

is it . . . my chance to

I don't feel safe. I grab my phone off the side, the screen brightly lit up with

Where are

fingers shaking in fear.

me, he's trying to

the text quickly, my chest heaving with heavy sobs. My phone pings straight away and I read the text, my vision

way, pack a

work. I place the photo of me and my dad on top of the

It suddenly dawns on me that Jake doesn't know where I live. I reach for my phone again and ring

out in frustration, letting

*****

Jake's POV -

that note because I knew she'd probably forget and I need to see her again. I didn't want her to leave this

My eyes scan the words and my grip on the phone tightens as I feel the anger curse through my body. The urge to break every bone in Trevor's worthless body grows stronger