Chapter 19
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No, I can't cry now. I must get out of here first and then contact the police. At least that was supposed to happen before the buzzing sound of my phone went off. I jolted in surprise and searched for my phone in panic.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit! Not now, please!'
I took out my phone and quickly put it on silence. The cause of the buzzing sound was Jack. Of all times that you decide to message me why does it got to be now!?
Private Number: "Honey I'm back~. Also, why the fuck are you at work now?"
"Yeah, why the fuck are you here, sugar plumps?"
I froze. Slowly I turned my head around to see James leaning against the door frame while playing with his knife. He had an unfazed expression on his face as if me catching him in action didn't bother him at all.
Is this the real him?
"Why are you here?" He asked again.
Like a deer caught in a head light I just stared at him. It felt like my heart could jump out of my chest at any moment now. I could only gulp in response.
He sighed and crouched down. "Sugar plumps I need you to answer me, now. Why are you here?"
Finally, I was able to move my mouth and showed him the case in my hand. "I-I came here to get my laptop suitcase."
"Wow~ You are sure a hard worker." He said sounding amazed. "The company must be dying to keep you here."
I just stared at him. What did he mean by that?
He grins and slapped my shoulders playfully. "I'm joking! I'm joking! It's a typical killer joke. Live a little."
I laughed awkwardly. 'Maybe he won't kill me?' I thought. But those thoughts were immediately thrown out of the window when I suddenly felt the sharp steel knife against my throat as he pulled me back on my hair.
"J-James?" I managed to squeak out. His face was devoid from any emotions.
"Now I am going to ask you some questions…" He said lowly as he pulled on my hair tighter causing me to grunt in pain. "and I want a honest answer from you. If I even think that you're lying, you'll end up just like that pig over there." He pointed at the now dead Blur. "Am I making myself clear?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes." I whimpered tears pricking in my eyes.
"Are you alone?" He asked.
"Yes, no one knows that I'm here." I said.
He nodded.
"How much have you seen?"
"Everything." I responded.
"Have you notified the police." He asked.
I shook my head. "No, I haven't."
The knife moved an inch from my throat. "Good." He said.
"And my last question. Who is Private Number? Is he a new flame with a weird kink or something?" He asked. "And here I thought that we told each other everything. I'm hurt." He said feigning a hurt expression.
I had to swallow down a lump. I can't lie. He will know if I lie.
I clutched on to my phone tighter. Jack must have heard the conversation, right? He must be on his way then…I hope. Otherwise this may be my last day.
"H-he.." I stuttered. "is my stalker."
There was a momentarily pause. James stared at me blankly. "You're serious?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes."
James started to laugh loudly clutching his stomach almost rolling on the ground; as he did that, I slowly went with my hand into the pocket of my hoodie grabbing the pepper spray.
After he was done laughing he had to wipe away a tear. "There's never a dull day with you, sugar plumps. It's a pity that I'll have to kill you."
"I wouldn't tell anyone James, I promise. Please don't do this. I thought that we were friends." I said as tears started to trickle down my face as it was clear that James really was going to kill me.
"Sugar plumps…" He said. "Don't you know that killers are good actors?" He said lastly before taking out his knife again; ready to stab me. Swiftly I took out the pepper spray and sprayed it in his eyes before the knife could connect with me.
"What the fuck…!?" He started to rub his eyes and grunted as he could feel the pain kicking in.
Not waiting for a second, I took this chance to stand up and run for the elevator; leaving my laptop case behind. I could hear him calling for me, but I didn't look back at all.
I pressed at the elevator button frantically while glancing back every second. "Come on, come on! How are you still not here!? There's no one else in the building!" I said agitated.
"That was not so nice of you, sugar plumps." I looked back to see James already recovered from my attack taking big strides towards me. Panic coursed through me.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I said. I swiftly looked around and saw the door for the emergency staircase. Hearing his footsteps approaching closer to me I didn't wait for another second to burst through the door running down the stairs.
With my heart hammering against my chest and my panting getting heavier and heavier as I kept running without a pause I was able to get down three staircases; giving me somewhat of a head start. Suddenly I miss-stepped a stair tread causing me to trip, landing face first on the cold hard floor with my phone falling out of my pocket.
"Ouch." I groaned rubbing my nose. I tried to push myself off the floor when I suddenly felt a sharp pain coursing through my ankle earning another painful yelp from me.
"No, no, no. no…" I mumbled grabbing my right ankle.
'Did I really just twist my ankle!?'
I was in full despair right now. I'm going to die…I'm really going to die. This happens in almost every horror movie. Girl twist her ankle causing her to be murdered at the end.
I gave out a weak laugh. Well at least I'm going to be in the newspaper; together with Blur at that. I wonder what they will write about? That I killed him after having an affair with him? Or that we somehow committed double suicide? I basically gave up at this point.
From the corner of my eyes I saw my phone screen lit up. I grabbed it with trembling hands and swiped it open.
Private Number: "I'm almost there baby."
Private Number: "Damn it April what was that sound!?"
Private Number: "Please answer me baby."
The first message was sent ten minutes ago. 'There's no way that he will get here in time.' I thought dejected.
A whistle from above made me snap my head up hiding my phone swiftly behind my back . James was leaning against the handrail with a grin plastered on his face. "Already tired? I even gave you a head start!" He whined. "Oh well." He said and the next thing he did was jumping over the handrail causing him to skip two staircases as he was landing perfectly on the current staircase that I was at. My face went ghastly pale.
'Is he a monster?'
I could only tremble as he was striding towards me. "What?" He asked tilting his head sideways. "No pepper spray this time?"
My lips were quivering. "I-I…" I slightly pressed on the call button.
James just disappointingly shook his head and pulled out his knife. "I really wish that this could have gone differently, sugar plumps." He said, but he sure as hell didn't sound apologetic at all. He started to take a big swing.
Finally my call went through. "Baby?" I could hear from the other line.
I screwed my eyes shut. "Come and help me already you asshole!" I yelled brazing myself for the impact.
But no matter how long I waited the impact didn't come. Still scared I slowly squinted my eyes open.
I looked as I saw James eyes rolling back into his head as he fainted, disappearing from my sight. Behind him I saw Jack standing in his stalker get up with a crowbar in his hand.
