Chapter 45 Dangerous game
Melissa sprinted through the dark streets, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear Lucas cursing and stumbling after her, his voice filled with anger and desperation. But she refused to let fear consume her. She knew she had to keep running, to find a place of safety.
As Melissa turned a corner, she spotted a park up ahead. Without hesitation, she veered towards it, hoping that the open space would give her a chance to escape. She could feel her legs burning, her lungs gasping for air, but she pushed herself to keep going.
Just as Melissa reached the entrance of the park, she felt a strong grip on her arm, yanking her back. It was Lucas, his face contorted with rage. He tightened his grip, his voice low and menacing. "Running away won't save you, Melissa. You belong to me."
Melissa struggled against his hold, her heart pounding in her chest. She refused to give up, to let him control her. "You're wrong, Lucas. I don't belong to anyone. I won't let you hurt me."
Lucas's grip tightened even more, causing pain to shoot through Melissa's arm. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a dangerous intensity. "You think you can defy me? You have no idea what I'm capable of. Don't make me show you."
Melissa's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape. She knew she had to fight back, to find a way to free herself from his grasp. With a surge of adrenaline, she brought her knee up, kicking Lucas in the stomach with all her strength.
Lucas doubled over in pain, momentarily releasing his grip on Melissa. Seizing the opportunity, she broke free and sprinted deeper into the park. She could hear Lucas shouting after her, his threats echoing through the night.
As Melissa ran, she searched for any place where she could find help or safety. Her eyes landed on a small cabin nestled in the trees. Without hesitation, she changed course and made her way towards it, hoping that someone would be inside.
As she reached the cabin, Melissa banged on the door, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, someone help me! I'm being chased!"
Seconds later, the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman with a concerned expression. "What's going on? Are you okay?"
Melissa's heart raced as she looked at the woman standing before her. There was something unsettling in her eyes, something that made Melissa question whether she could truly trust her. And then her gaze fell upon the weapon in the woman's hand – a long, gleaming knife.
A cold shiver ran down Melissa's spine. Panic surged within her, and she instinctively took a step back. "Wait, who are you? What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.
The woman's expression hardened, a sinister smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Oh, Melissa, my dear, you thought you could run away without consequences? You must be smarter than that."
Melissa’s mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. How had Lucas found her so quickly, as if he had orchestrated this entire chase? And now, it seemed he had an accomplice.
Fear mingled with determination in Melissa's eyes. She knew she couldn't let them capture her or harm her. There had to be a way out of this. Her gaze darted around, searching for any opportunity or escape route.
Suddenly, Melissa noticed a small shed nearby, partially obscured by overgrown shrubs. It seemed like her only chance. Without hesitation, she turned and bolted towards it, hoping to find something – anything – that could help her defend herself.
The woman's laughter echoed behind her as she pursued Melissa, her footsteps crunching on the leaves and branches. Melissa's heart pounded in her ears, her breath ragged as she reached the shed and twisted the worn doorknob.
As the door swung open, Melissa's eyes scanned the dim interior. Her gaze landed on an old gardening tool – a rusted shovel leaning against the wall. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than facing her pursuers empty-handed.
With a swift, determined motion, Melissa grabbed the shovel, her fingers wrapping around the worn wooden handle. She turned towards the door just as the woman burst inside, the knife glinting ominously in the low light.
Melissa's grip tightened on the shovel, ready to defend herself. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice firm despite the fear bubbling within her.
The woman's laughter filled the shed, filling Melissa with unease. "You really think that can stop me? I suggest you drop that silly shovel, dear. Your fate is sealed."
But Melissa wasn't about to let herself be overwhelmed by fear. She tightened her grip, ready to swing the shovel if necessary. "I won't let you or Lucas control me. I'll fight for my freedom, even if it means against all odds."
The woman's smile widened, her eyes glinting with a cold determination. "We shall see," she said, raising the knife slowly.
In the midst of the tension, as Melissa braced herself for the confrontation that lay ahead, a loud crashing sound erupted from outside the shed. Both women turned towards the noise, momentarily distracted.
To their surprise, Lucas stumbled into view, his face twisted in pain. He clutched his side, blood staining his shirt. "Melissa," he gasped, "run! There's someone else out here!"
Confusion washed over Melissa, her mind struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. But she didn't waste any time. Seizing the opportunity, she sprinted past the injured Lucas and out into the night.
As she darted through the shadows, uncertainty gnawed at Melissa's mind. Who was this mysterious third person, and what were their intentions? But for now, all she knew was that she had escaped one danger, only to find herself caught in the embrace of another.
Melissa pushed her body to its limits, determined to find safety and answers in equal measure. The night was far from over, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down. With her heart pounding and the weight of uncertainty on her shoulders, she pressed on, desperately seeking a way out of this dangerous game.