The Last Straw
Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered.
I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries.
As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head.
Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window.
Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered.
I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.