Through My Window 2 Novels & Stories

“Then you can suck my cock and enjoy every last drop rubbing onto your face. Again and again. You will stand there and take it exactly as I demand. I am in charge. I AM IN CONTROL HERE! ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!” “Yes master,” came her soft reply. I look around, he’ll be expecting someone to come through the door. It could be a trap. Fuck it. I’m going through the window. Quickly I run into the suite next door, sprint across and open the stained glass window. I’m three stories high and a candidate for instant death should I fall.

She did not know if he had been there when she woke up or if he had appeared just now and either answer was annoying in its own specific way. She did not answer his question. She turned and looked at the window instead. It was a big window. High up. If she hit it at the right angle with enough speed she could go straight through. She ran at the window. She hit it at the right angle with the right speed and went through the window cleanly and as she flew out into the open air she turned her head back toward the room, found Draevon's face in the window, and gave him a slow easy wave.

I open my eyes to see Hayden sat eating again and look around the room and up at the windows “There’s no point looking for an escape route mutt, we have taken care of that” I continue looking and then see it, the highest window in the room is stained glass “Yes” I shout through the mind link, he was definitely coming to the right place.

No explanation. I lean back, trying to shake it off, but my eyes drift toward the window. A chill races up my spine. Standing up slowly, I walk over, each step heavier than the last. And then I see it. “What the actual fuck?” My hands tremble as I reach for my phone, my fingers fumbling over the screen until I hit his name. “Hey babes,” Justin mumbles casually, his voice dripping with nonchalance. “Justin, can you come over? There’s a weird fucking heart drawn on my window—outside!” My voice pitches, panic creeping in despite my efforts to sound calm.

Thinking that sends a quick, sharp ache through me. Mera would’ve known. She was the one who handled things like that. I move slowly from window to window, pulling fabric across glass, trying not to spiral into irritation over the ridiculous number of panels. When I reach the last window on the west wall beside my bed, I hesitate. From here, I have a direct view of the small cottage next door. Into Carter’s place.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. Parting the curtains to the side, the blinding light of the sun piercing through the window panes made me close my eyes for a moment. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them slowly until I got adjusted to the glare. The moment I gazed into the distance, all I could see was the rich and sprawling greeneries below the wide canopy of the sky, animated by its sailing, fluffy clouds. From where I stood, it looked like I was on top of a hill overlooking the rolling stretch of farms and plain below.

‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎

The next sound came louder, sounding like a deliberate push against the window lock. “Fuck.” Hayden’s jaw clenched. “We don’t have time for questions, baby. Help me sit up so I can see and aim properly.” She swallowed her questions and indignation then started moving him to seat, leaning against the headboard. Suddenly, the sound of the window lock opening sounded loudly in the room making the both of them freeze. Just as the scrape of the window being opened echoed through the room, Hayden pulled Myla down to lay on the bed and fires a shot over her at the window, breaking the glass.

He’s like a plague that only brings bad luck. I examine the room, looking for a way out. There is a small window located on the upper side of the wall, near the ceiling. I might be able to fit through that. I stack chairs together and climb up. My temporary ladder sways precariously under my steps, but I manage to grab the edge of the window before it collapses. Taking in a deep breath, I contract my chest to the smallest and push my body through the tiny exist. The hard concrete scrapes my skin. But fortunately with one hard pull, I’m through.

I prop Cree against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed. "Stay with me," I plead, shaking him gently. "We're so close." I search frantically for something to break the window, my eyes stinging from the smoke. A chunk of fallen ceiling debris catches my attention. I snatch it up, ignoring the searing pain as it burns my palm. With all the strength I can muster, I hurl the debris at the window. It cracks but doesn't shatter. I throw it again and again, desperation fueling each attempt. Finally, on the fourth try, the glass gives way, cool night air rushing in.