|A Touch of Fear
Author: Maryanne Blackwolf PM
"I'm sorry." He pulls a knife from his breifcase and forces me into one of the rooms, slamming the door behind him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 364 - Published: 04-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3015533
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A/N So this is just a story I wrote when I was bored. Tell me what you think in the reviews!
The Touch of Fear
I stare at the newspaper. "Murderer, rapist still eludes capture" is the main headline. The elevator doors ding and open, and an elderly woman leaves a cloud of strong perfume behind her. I brush my auburn hair off out of my emerald green eyes and glance around. The woman took the paper with her, and I was alone. Time to begin the long, winding climb to the eighty-first floor of my apartment building. Seventy-eight floors to go. Five floors later, the elevator stops and a boring looking business man gets on. He has dark brown hair and dark eyes. He stands about six two.
"Which floor is yours?" He asks me. "Eighty-one. What's yours?" "Sixty Five." He tells me. "What is your name?" He asks. "I'm Emily Saunders. What is yours?" "Lawrence Gilliam. Of Gilliam law firm." He knods down his long hooked nose. I stand back and count the floors. When we reach the fiftieth floor, someone gets on. They get off at floor fifty-five. I lean on the elevator's railing, thinking about how much I can't wait to get back to my room with a bag of potato chips and some Pretty Little Liars. "I'm really sorry about this." Lawrence says when we reach his floor.
He pulls a knife from his breifcase and forces me into one of the rooms, slamming the door behind him. "I'm sorry." He says again.
Then he pushed me onto the bed, unzipping my jeans. Ripping off my underwear. Then he was on top of me and inside me all at once.
"I'm sorry!" He cries again.
"I'm so, so sorry Emily." He whispers, one last time.
I feel the knife plunge into my chest before I punch him in the face. I won't go down without a fight. He is unconscious, but it's too late for me. I watch the blood spray from my chest as I close my eyes on last time.