The Only Survivor

Amelia's POV"You're perfect. A fighter", the male figure said in a deep, raspy, almost demonic voice. Every hair on my body stood on end with his comment. "Stop!", I yelled, fighting off roaming hands. A single strike to my face had me seeing stars. "Ma'am? Are you okay?", the dispatcher was still in my ear. "Help", I uttered, tears streaming down my face, as he ripped my shirt open. I attempted to punch him, failing miserably after the blow I took to the face. I could hear sirens in the distance. My attacker did as well. "You fucking bitch. I'll find you again", he hissed in my ear, before he stood and took off. "He's gone", I cried out, curling up into the fetal position. The sirens grew louder as a squad car and ambulance turned onto main street. "Ma'am, can you hear me? They are almost to you", the dispatcher informed me. "I know", I uttered through tears. "Hang in there with me, Amelia. Help is on the way", she said, trying to be supportive. Both emergency vehicles came to a

Amelia's POV"My apologies, Miss Amelia. Please continue", he said, gesturing his hand for me to continue. "Just Amelia", I corrected him. The 'Miss' shit was getting to me. "Amelia, please continue. You were thinking about the women", he said, corssing his arms over his chest, as he leaned back in his chair. "At some point, my inner voice said to call for help. Which I did, discreetly", I explained. He looked at me curiously, wanting me to elaborate. "I did not want him to catch on to what I was doing. I suppose I wasn't too great at succeding with it, because after I told dispatch where I was, I heard him charge me", I said, turning around at Cynthia's request.A low growling rumble filled the room, followed by the Chief clearing his throat. "By the time I turned around he was already on top of me. There was a struggle. I was trying to get him off of me. Then he punched me, hell of a left hook. It really rattled my shit", I told him."You can turn back around now", Cynthia informed

Amelia's POV' "I told you. I would come back for you", the familiar raspy voice, growled in my ear. Panic rose in my chest. I couldn't move. It was as if bolders sat on my limbs. "I've been waiting for this moment. You thought the Chief could protect you?", he taunted, his sinsiter voice splayed agaisnt my skin, making it crawl.I tried to scream, but when I opened my mouth, no noise came out. A malicious laugh bounced off the walls of the silent room. "A cat got your tongue? Oh wait. That was me", his laugh was manical as he held up a tongue for me to see. I thrashed frantically as tears streamed down my face. This can't be real. God help me. "No calling for help this time", he cackled. I thrashed harder. I am not going to die like this. 'I sat staight up in my bed, gasping for air. My hands frantically searched my body, feeling for signs of distress. Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the curtains. My bedside clock says 7am. My midterm is for 8:30, leaving me an hour and a ha

Amelia's POVAfter Kayla stepped away, Jaxon turned his attention back to me. "What's the deal between you two?", he asked. I shrugged, "She hates me. I hate her", I answered. "I don't see you hating anyone", he frowned. "And, I don't see you as a mechanic", I countered. "Shh, keep your voice down. I don't need anyone to know that", he smirked, making me chuckle. The look of fascination that Jaxon gives me each time I laugh or chuckle makes my stomach churn with butterflies. Not in a bad way at all. Makes me feel noticed. "Two coffees", Kayla announced, setting our coffees on the table. As she set mine down, she brushed her hand against it, tipping it over, causing it to spill all over my lap. "Ah, what the fuck?", I shouted, jumping up from the booth. "It was an accident, Amelia, chill out", she snorted, trying to hold in her laugh. "I'm sure it was", I snapped, holding the hot pants off my legs until it cooled down. "You know, everyone wishes you would've died last night. Maybe,

Amelia's POVIt was okay. She didn't mean anything by it. She's just curious and has no filter. "No, Kat. Jeez, where do people come up with this shit?", I asked, no one in particular. "It's a small town. It's because of towns like ours that the game 'ear-whisper' exists", she laughed. I shook my head and laughed at her joke. It is true though, and maybe that's why it's so funny. Katy and I exited the front entrance of the college, arm in arm. I stopped in my tracks at the familiar feeling of uneasiness, of being watched. I whipped my head from side to side, as I tried to spot his face. The haunting grim that plagues my nightmares. "Ame, are you okay?", Katy asked. "Oh, hey. What's the Chief doing here?", her question made me stop looking for THAT face and look into a vibrant green forest instead. A forest that steadily grew closer, bringing a sense of peace with it. "I think he's coming to talk to you", Katy whispered, elbowing me. "What's wrong?", Jaxon's voice washed over me, s