Stuck Between Rock And A Hard Place Novels & Stories

We all go silent and look at the stairwell, praying the man didn’t hear. After a minute I rush over and grab the stick before crawling back and attempting to move the rock closer with the stick. The stick is just long enough to nudge it towards me a tiny bit. I reach out my arm again trying to grab it. My face squished against the cold metal bars. “Just a little further,” I tell myself out loud. I feel the rock below my fingertips and I manage to flick it closer towards me. I sigh as I hear it clink against the cage.

I'm caught between a rock and a hard place and there's absolutely nowhere to run or hide. I'm certainly done for. Will I really be able to survive this?

My voice is scratching in my throat, I want to scream at him but I won't do it, I still have a shred of my dignity left and I'm clinging onto it with all the power I have. His hand rakes through his hair again, I'm surprised he isn't pulling it out in clumps. Poor bastard, he just wanted someone to go to events and look pretty and now look what he's stuck with. Shaking his head, he stares at a spot on the ground between the two of us, a crack in the pavement. The middle ground, I'm trying to find it too. A way that we can both be happy in this situation, where these issues don't have to pop up every few days. Every time we begin to move towards a place where I am happy and comfortable, the r

I really need to lie down, because this place was starting to creep me out. I didn’t know where to go, and the whole place was deserted, with four buildings standing in the vast compound out front. I couldn’t see anything else. There was a small cubicle out front, looking harmless. I could get help there. I dragged my luggage towards the said cubicle, and as I was to walk in, I missed a step, as my toe hit the rock. I found myself half-flying, and half screaming, as I stumbled forward. A pair of strong hands held me tightly, before I could make a fool of myself.

She still hadn’t come up with a plan, just remembering that man existed gave her goosebumps and brought ache to her heart. Nick didn’t show up at the club today so she couldn’t try telling him. Even if he did, Julia was there the whole time. She wasn’t going to do it either way. She was stuck, all she could hope for was more time, he had kept her in a tight spot, no options to choose without consequences, just his option and she wasn’t ready for it. Diana opened the door to her bedroom and gasped, holding her mouth with both hands. Again, he was there sitting on her bed, with that hilarious grin on his face....

Sandra’s POV The cold wind whipped across my face and the heavy down pour did nothing to help my situation, my legs begged me to stop running but I could not, not even if I wanted to live, not if I valued my life. The moon was high and bright above my head, the only source of light that illuminated the dark path ahead of me. I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching behind me, each sound I heard sounded like the death bells. All of a sudden, I tripped violently over a stump and crashed in to the wet forest floor, a curse flew from my lips at once, of course now had to be the perfect time to fall.

“Or Bridgewater. I still want to play… with you. Or nowhere else.” And just like that— I was fucked all over again.

Jacob's POV The sound of my boots crunching on the gravel echoed in the quiet night as I made my way to the old Ridge. It wasn’t much of a place—just an old, run-down tavern on the edge of nowhere—but it had served as neutral ground for years. When you needed a conversation that wouldn’t make its way back to either side, this was the spot. Marcus was already there, sitting in a dark corner booth, a half-full glass of whiskey in front of him. He looked as grim as I’d ever seen him. It wasn’t hard to understand why.

"So tell me, what do we do?" He said, he carry out a chair and sat on it; I look at the door; nervous and scared; I am stuck between a rock and a hard place; outside the door, Muna and the other's are outside, waiting for the fifteen minutes to elapse. And before then; I am here, trapped with Drake; I told Drake I did not know what we should do, I walk to the wall and rested my back on it; Drake is smiling; I see that; I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, why the fuck is he smiling so much?...

I look around the floor and see a piece of loose stone. Falling to my knees, I crawl to it and I pry it from its spot in the floor. Standing I move with determination to rescue myself. I hit the steel plate on the wall with the rock. Nothing happens. I hit it again. I hit it over and over again. “Come on!!” I hit it everything I had. When it looked like nothing was changing, I screamed and threw the rock. I slammed myself against the wall and slid to the floor, crying. “Help me…” I beg. I wrap my head in my arms cry. Praying for a miracle because that’s what it will take to get me out of this mess.