Page 19 of Surge

After hanging up the phone, I checked my emails again, and the spam folder, to make sure I didn't miss an email from my father or someone at his company. I had tried every email available on the company's website, hoping it would make its way to him.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped in surprise. I considered not answering, but the doorbell sounded again. I went to the living room window and carefully lifted a blind slat to peek.

Blue eyes met mine, and I cursed. I backed away from the window and nearly fell over the arm of the couch. Why was Jax at my door and how did he know where I lived?

He rang the doorbell again and I went back to the dining room and grabbed my phone to send him a text.

Me: Leave me alone.

Jax: I need to talk to you.

Me: There's nothing to talk about. I'm calling the police.

I stood frozen for a minute and then walked as quietly as humanly possible back to the window to peek out. My shoulders relaxed. He was gone.

I turned and screamed. Jax was standing in the middle of the living room with a triumphant smile on his face.

I darted around the coffee table away from him, but he seized my arm. I picked up the first thing I could get my hands on and hit him with it. The sound of plastic against bone made me flinch.

He let me go with a grunt and rubbed his jaw. "Fuck, Riley. I'm not going to hurt you." He snatched the television remote from me and threw it on the couch. "I just want to talk."

He stalked after me as I ran up the stairs to my room. I locked the door and quickly called back the number the detective had called me from.

"Detective Wilson speaking."

"He's in my house." I looked around my room and grabbed the knife I had taken from my mom's nightstand. "Please help me."

"Where are you?"

"In my bathroom, please hurry." I shut and locked my bathroom door and tried to stay calm.

Sure, I'd imagined something like this before after watching too many movies, but never did I think I'd be dealing with it myself. My body trembled and my skin felt sweaty and cold at the same time.

"Officers are on the way."

A knock sounded on the bathroom door and I gripped the knife. Why was he doing this to me? I bumped into the wall as I backed toward the shower.

"Riley." He drew out my name, taunting me. He jiggled the door handle.

If he could get into my bedroom that quickly, he would easily get into the bathroom. I was going to have to stab him.

"He's outside the bathroom door," I whispered, clutching the phone tight.

"Do you have something to protect yourself with? ETA is three minutes." I heard sirens from his end of the phone.

"I don't think I have three minutes." The lock turned and the phone slipped through my fingers, smashing into the tile floor as the door swung open.

I backed up into the shower and held the shaking knife in front of me. Jax bent to pick up the phone and ended the call to the detective.

His eyes went from the knife to my face. "Your back door was unlocked." He set the phone on the counter and met my eyes in the mirror. "Why don't you put the knife down, Riley."

"The police are coming." Probably not the smartest thing to say, but maybe he'd run. "Get out of my house."

He was standing at the shower door now, blocking any exit out of the predicament I was in. I should have gone to my mom's bedroom for her gun. It couldn't be that hard to shoot someone. There was a safety and then I just had to pull the trigger.

His eyes fell to the knife again and they narrowed. "Where did you get that knife?"

I didn't answer, my entire body stiff. If he came forward, would I be able to stab him? How hard would I have to jab him with it to cause injury?

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