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."
I 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 living room, out of sight. He clears his throat and heading
towards the front door.
I stand up shakily, my vision blurred from my tears. My legs are shaking underneath my weight, threatening to give in any
second.
This is it . . . my chance to escape.

I run up the stairs two at a time, locking myself in my room. I don't feel safe. I grab my phone off the side, the screen brightly lit
up with a text from Jake.
Where are you?
I quickly reply, my fingers shaking in fear.
Please help me, he's trying to kill me.
I send the text quickly, my chest heaving with heavy sobs. My phone pings straight away and I read the text, my vision blurry due
to the tears.
I'm on my way, pack a bag Muffin.
I do as Jake says, grabbing the biggest bag I own before throwing in clothes, shoes, makeup and my school work. I place the
photo of me and my dad on top of the pile before zipping it up. My hands are trembling and I sit on my bed, breathing deeply to
calm myself down.
It suddenly dawns on me that Jake doesn't know where I live. I reach for my phone again and ring him but he doesn't answer.
"No!" I yell out in frustration, letting out a scream.
*****
Jake's POV -
I instantly know something is wrong when she doesn't show up to the park. I'd written her that note because I knew she'd
probably forget and I need to see her again. I didn't want her to leave this morning but it took everything I had to stand back and
let her go knowing what happens inside that house.
My phone pings and I pull it out, glancing at the screen. 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 by the second.
"Fuck." I mumble, feeling powerless. I respond back to her, my fingers tapping away at the screen quickly. The image of her
trapped with him trying to kill her flashes through my mind and I let out a yell in frustration. The anger continues to build inside of
me until it's impossible to contain and I lash out, needing a release. Pain flares through my knuckles but it does little to help my
anger.

I scroll through my phone, jaw tensed as I finally find what I'm looking for. I ring him, bouncing on the heels of my trainers
impatiently as I wait for him to answer.
"What do you need?"
"Emily Wentworth, full address."
Within a few seconds he has it for me, word for word. It's only a ten minute walk, five if I run. I end the call and pull my hood over
my head. On the way images of her bruised and beaten body fills my thoughts which fuels me to run faster. She looked so
vulnerable, years of abuse finally breaking her in pieces.
I feel a sense of honour knowing I'm the first person she confided in. When she told me she trusts me, I was completely taken
aback.
Not many people trust me.
I held her against me the entire night, unable to sleep a wink myself. She doesn't remember but knowing I was there to comfort
her made it worth every second. Every time she stirred or mumbled in fear due to her nightmares, I held her closer. I know I'm
becoming way too protective over this girl and if I'm completely honest. . .
It terrifies me.
I never like to admit fear either.