& let the angst begin...
(but keep the faith!)
Chapter 4:
"Hey, my flight was cancelled so I just want to let you know that if I can't catch another flight I'll probably just catch a cab back to your place," Sara said into her cell phone as she walked with her suitcase out of the airport and sat outside on a nearby bench, "but anyway, I'll call you later, bye." she then closed her phone and contemplated on what to do next. It was only a five minute drive to Laura's house, which would end up being about a twenty minute walk, give or take a few minutes. And it would be sundown within the hour.
Oh what the heck, Sara thought, walking it is. Sara then grabbed her purse and suitcase and began to walk along the side of the road to her mother's house. "Thank God for wheely suitcases," she said out into the open as she walked. Six minutes later, Sara was about a fourth of the way there when she heard a loud crack of thunder; thirty seconds later... it began to pour. "Just my luck." Sara said as she quickened her pace in hopes of reaching Laura's before she was completely drenched. Not more than two minutes later after the rain started to fall, the sky turned night-time dark; and the rain just kept falling. The only thing indicating to Sara of where she was, was the occasional street light along her way. After a total of ten minutes, Sara was just over half of the way there, and unfortunately, completely drenched as well as freezing.
She heard a car slowly approaching and when she turned around and realized that she had been walking in the middle of the road. As the car slowed up right behind her, Sara made her way back onto the shoulder to allow the car to pass. She thought it was strange when it didn't. Sara looked over her shoulder and noticed the car tailgating her; which she became immediately suspicious about. She waved her arm in a gesture towards the car that said, "go ahead." But the car still kept it's steady two miles per hour speed-- directly behind her. Worried, and growing scared, Sara quickened her pace even more; as did the car. She slowly got faster as the car began to speed up right along with her; matching her speed every time. What this guy was doing, or planning on doing, Sara didn't intend on finding out. Sara finally had enough when she practically began jogging, as the car kept directly behind her every time. Suddenly, she heard a screech between tired and pavement as she turned to see the car coming at her, full speed. Dropping her suitcase and purse, Sara began to run for her life. She got about fifty yards when the car clipped her, and she tripped off of the road and into a small, but steep revene on it's side. After rolling for a good thirty yards, Sara tried to bring herself to her feet, but a sharp pain in her ankle begged her to stop. She collapsed after a few steps, wet, cold, exhausted, and scared out of her mind. Trying to crawl somewhere where her assailant wouldn't spot her. A few seconds later the sound of a car door slamming brought her attention back to the top of the revene, where a man was beginning to walk down towards her. He was carrying something with him; a bat, maybe. Adrenaline running through her body, Sara kept desperately trying to crawl to safety, yet with no avail. The man had spotted her through the pouring rain and was making his way towards her. She saw him approaching and tried her best to get herself up and run. Practically dragging her leg behind her, she began sobbing. Why? Why me? Why again? she thought. Slipping and falling, she began crawling through the mud. The man soon caught up to her, grabbed the back of her head, as well as a handful of hair, and jerked her head up to look at him. The sight of him made chills run through Sara's body."
"Jason." she choked out. Jason raised his bat and swung, full force, down onto the back of Sara's shoulder. As she let out a scream of pain, she fell flat on her back and lay there for a moment, until she rolled over onto her front and tried her best to lift herself onto all fours.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Jason said. He then kicked her hard in the stomach, smiling as another scream escaped her mouth. Sara was now crying with pain as she curled up into a ball. Soon another scream shook the night, but it was not from Sara.
"Jason, stop it!"
Emma. She must've drove with him, Sara thought. "Leave her alone!" she was crying and pleading with him.
"Get back in the car now!" he screamed back to her.
"No!" she continued, "Just stop this!"
"Say one more word, and I'll knock ya lights out." he warned. Emma continued to cry as she sat herself on the ground and helplessly watched Sara lay on the ground. With leaving no time to spare, Jason quickly lifted his bat again, and targeted Sara's stomach. Hitting a little higher than planned, he heard bones break. Sara closed her eyes tight and let out a low, painful cry.
"Please stop." She managed to cry out. Looking for Emma's eyes she pleaded with her as well. "Help me," Sara said.
"I'm so sorry," Emma whispered to her through her tears. "I'm so sorry..." she kept repeating over again. Jason soon proceeded to kick her in the back numerous times; almost as if kicking a soccer ball. With each blow, Sara's cries got quieter and quieter. She was giving up. I can't do this anymore--But you have to fight--Just kill me already--No, you'll get through this--I'm too weak--Think of Gil. Sara then opened her eyes and tried one final time to crawl away. Tried, but then failed once Jason kicked her arm, causing her upper body to collapse back onto the ground. You could hear her fear in every sob. Sara then rolled onto her back as she began to beg with him.
"Jason. Please, just leave me alone." she whispered to him, her crying taking over.
"You're kidding me, right?" he said, "What did I say? All I told you was, 'don't push me.' But you did much more than that. You practically knocked me over and stepped on me,"
"What are you talking about?" Sara questioned as she began to gasp for air; it was becoming harder and harder for her to breathe.
"Don't play dumb with me you bitch. Remember saying this? 'I'll call the cops on you, yada yada,' Well I didn't think you had the guts to do it. But it sucks for you cause I spotted them on my doorstep while driving home and just kept on driving. And it sucks even more for you that I happened to find you. But don't worry. I won't kill you. I'll just knock you around a bit more, then leave you here to die.--Oh, wait. Then I guess I kind of am killing you then!" he laughed.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Shut up you lying bitch."
"I didn't call cops--"
"I said shut up!" he yelled as he kicked her under her chin; and hard. Sara was out cold; un-moving, and not breathing. Emma, still crying, crawled up to her and just looked at her limp body.
"No!" she cried out as she rose to her feet, facing Jason. "You killed her!" she cried.
Don't worry everyone. Just remember, I only do happy endings.
