Last period passes slowly, but finally the bell rings and I rush to my locker to grab my things. Just my luck though, I am stopped by Mrs. Heffer. She pulls me back gently by my shoulder. At first I jump because I think it’s Jake, then a woman’s voice calms me.
“Are you okay Bridgett? You seemed jumpy today in class.” Mrs. Heffer’s eyes look full of concern.
“I’m alright. Maybe just a bug going around.” I’m shocked at how well I lie to a teacher.
“Okay. If you need anything, let me know please.” Mrs. Heffer smiles gently and pats me on the back.
“I will. Thank you.” I say, striding toward my locker.
My locker is on the other end of the school, so it takes me another five minutes to get their. By the time I’m there, most people are gone. I’m still in a rush and don’t know why. I quickly put in my locker combination, but I must’ve skipped a number because it doesn’t open. Calm down. I need to just calm down.
I redo my combination and my locker opens. I load my homework and some other things into my backpack and close my locker. Everyone, except some who have detention, is gone. The hallways feel empty, and smell less of drugs, alcohol, and smoke. Instead, I get a slight wiff of differently sented girl’s perfume, and sweat. Probably because most people have gym last period.
I head for the door, passing a few classrooms and restrooms along the way. Then I am being pulled by something. Someone. I am pulled into a dark classroom and thrown into a chair. The lights flick on and I stand up, darting for the door. A hand stops me. I quick, hard hand. I get slapped right in the face, and fall to my knees.
“We’re going to talk now!” Jake points to the chair I had been thrown in, gesturing for me to sit in it.
“You’re crazy.” I accuse, rubbing my left cheek.
“I don’t want to have to make this difficult.” Jake says, psycho in his eyes.
“I’m going to scream Jake, there are still teachers here you know.” I threaten.
“No you won’t.” Jake’s eyes are callus.
“Why won’t I?” I begin to get scared again.
Jake reached in his pocket and pulls out something small and silver. It had a metallic glow to it. He flips it open and I gasp at what I am seeing. Jake is holding a small pocket knife. He’s crazy, psycho. And I’m so scared I could cry right now.
“Jake, put the knife down, and just let me go home.” I plead.
“We’re going to talk god damnet!” Jake’s sudden outburst makes me crawl back. I stumble to me feet, and Jake lunges at me. He is holding my chest back, nearly choking me, with his left arm. His right arm holds the knife to my throat. I start to cry. “Don’t make a sound.”
Is this going to be the end? Is this how I will die? Is Jake really this crazy? A million thoughts zip through my head. For some reason, I feel the urge to glance at the clock. 3:55. I’m supposed to meet Ryder at my house at 4:00. I don’t know what to do. If I scream, I could die. If I try to fight back, I could die. If I don’t do anything, I could die. I’m pretty much at a loss here.
“Know, why did you break up with me Bri?” Jake’s tone is angry.
“You kissed Cass.” I am gasping for air as I speak.
His grip tightens, “I told you it didn’t mean anything! Why didn’t you listen to me?”
“Jake, please.” I’m begging, tears roll down my face.
“Stop it! You shouldn’t have broken up wit me!” Jake brings the knife closer to my throat, I try to crane my neck back, but I can’t.
“Jake, don’t do this.”
“I’ll do whatever the hell I want!”
“Please!” I cry.
“Shut up bitch! I am so angry right now. I don’t want to hurt you okay? Just talk.” Jake is still holding the knife only centimeters from my throat.
I peek at the clock again. Minutes seem to be flying by. It’s 4:05. Minutes of my life, ticking away. Possibly the last minutes of my life. In those minutes, I think about Jake killing me, ending my life right here. It would be a sad way to go. I need to keep him stalled.
“Okay, I’ll talk.” I stall, “Remember when you asked me out? I said I didn’t know at first, but then I told you yes and we were so happy.”
“Then you broke up with me Bri!” Clearly my tactics aren’t working.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” I lie to save my life essentially, “Remember the movie night at your house when your dad said to keep it down, but we kept laughing anyway because it was so fun? Remember?”
“Yeah. It was fun. Why did you end it though? We could have been so happy.” I don’t see Jake’s face as he says this, but I can only imagine how evil it must look.
“I’m sorry.” I weep.
Suddenly, the door opens with a slam and I am dropped to the ground. At first I think Jake killed me and I am drifting to my death. Then I hear voices, and the clang of a knife drop to the ground. Then the thud of a body drop down. My first thought is that Jake killed someone, then I see in my peripheral vision that Jake is the one on the ground.
I crawl up to a wall, still sitting, and form into the fetal position. I am hyperventilating. I feel a hand on my back and immediately jump.
“It’s okay Bridgett.” Ryder calms me.
I just stare at him, still shocked. Ryder comes toward me and pulls my body into his. He puts his arms around me, and I cry into his chest. I shed every last tear in my body.
“It’s okay. It’s all okay now.” Ryder comforts.
I hear his heart beating again, and it calms me. Ryder is here, and it is all okay now. It will always be okay if Ryder is with me.