A scream stuck in her throat, her mind was screaming but her voice wouldn’t obey. Muscles coiled as realisation dawned on her. Her mind went into a total spin.
Mark is in my house! Where is Nick? The babies!
A sickening feeling ripped at her insides as she remembered the strange noise earlier.
She stared into the coldest eyes she had ever seen. Madness burned in his eyes, his face had an ugly expression ,making her stomach churn. His appearance were unkept, his face unshaven, signs of an unstable mind. In his hand glinted a hunting knife.
Is it blood on the blade?
A jolt of adrenalin rushed through her veins and her body and voice came to life. She snapped out of the chair, a high pitched scream shrieked from her throat as she ran for the stairs.
“Christie! Christie lock the door!”
Christie’s confused face appeared at the top of the steps.
“Lock the door...CHRISTIE! NOW!!!”
She stood there for a moment but as soon as she noticed the ominous looking stranger at Cheyenne’s heels she turned and ran towards the nursery.
The bang of the door and the click of the lock brought a momentary relief to Cheyenne.
“You fucking bitch!”
Cruel hands closed over her arm, jerking her back.
An icy scream almost ripped her throat to shreds.
I’m gonna die tonight! I’m gonna die at Mark’s hands tonight. Oh God!
Her skin crawled as he spoke against her skin. His hands bit into her skin, his nails clawing painfully. Her back met the hard wall of his chest, the cold blade slid over her cheek, the smell of blood on the blade send icy shivers down her spine.
She could feel the cold wetness on her skin, the knowledge that someone’s was bleeding or maybe even dead almost send her into a fit of hysterics.
“You win this round, Cheyenne. But don’t think for a minute that your precious fucking nanny would be able to call anyone. I made sure of that. I wanted the brats to join the party but seeing that you managed to save their fucking asses, I guess I’ll have to finish them off after I’m done with their mommy.”
“Fuck you Mark. You will never get to the babies. You can kill me, but you will never even have the privilege to see their faces. “
Fury turned his body into and even tighter knot. His hand moved towards her throat, the knife digging deeper.
“Shut the fuck up you slut!”
The blade slid over her skin and to her horror she felt the warmth of her blood oozing from the cut.
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