Page 53 of Shattered
Unfortunately, he saw the object coming and easily side-stepped it. The vase smashed into the wall, scattering pieces of glass everywhere. The look on Drew's face could only be described as murderous as he lunged for me.
Luckily for me, I was able to jump off the couch before he pounced on it. As fast as I could, I ran for the kitchen hoping to find a weapon of some sort there. I pulled open the first drawer and frantically began rifling through it. Just as my fingers curled around the handle of a knife, my head was forcefully slammed into the counter in front of me.
Again, my hair was used to drag me from one place to the other. I did have a little luck on my side though because Drew didn't see the knife I was still holding onto.
"You always have to make everything difficult, don't you Sarah?" He sneered when he shoved me back onto the couch. "I'm going to enjoy putting you back in your place."
"Screw you!" I spat as I waited for him to come within striking distance.
The laughter that bubbled out of him was nothing but evil, it gave me chills. "You've got quite the mouth on you. But that's to be expected with the company you keep these days."
Instead of coming closer, Drew moved to the windows and after he scanned the area outside, he closed the curtains. I kept my eyes on him as he moved to the door and secured the lock. "Tell me, Sarah, what do you know about this mechanic you so freely share your bed with?"
There was no way I was going to play this game with him. When I didn't answer him, he started to list all the things that supposedly made Logan a bad man—things I already knew. Things I didn't care about.
I kept my stare level as he continued to ramble on and on. "I bet he didn't even tell you that he can't father a child. You see, Sarah, no one can give you what I can." He must've seen a change in my features because that evil laugh was back. "Oh, this is too good. Hedidn'ttell you."
I refused to take the bait and I could see Drew become more and more agitated. He was on me in two seconds, gripping my face in his hands, his fingers digging into my cheeks. "You think you're special, but you're just another notch on his belt. It's time you come home to a real man."
"Never!" My grip on the knife tightened and without over-thinking it, I jammed it into Drew's thigh. Cursing, he slipped to the floor. Both of his hands covering the spot where the steak knife was sticking out.
I scooted to the edge of the couch and pushed to my feet. "I'm never going anywhere with you again." I needed to act fast—get Flynn and get out. I started to run toward the hallway when a loud bang stopped me in my tracks. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Drew had his weapon trained on me.
"Go ahead, Sarah, take one more step. I dare you." Slowly, he got to his feet, the knife still lodged in his leg. "I have no trouble killing you and taking my son away from this place."
Terror gripped me. What would become of Flynn if he was left to Drew's mercy? Raising both my hands above my head, I turned to face the monster that had been haunting my nightmares for years.
Drew's smile broadened when my surrender registered. "I knew you'd see reason." He dropped onto the couch and placed the gun on the armrest before he tried to pull the knife from his leg. After a few grunts, he patted the spot I'd just vacated. "Now, be a good girl and come sit down." I tried to think of some other way to get out of this situation, but nothing short of fighting him for that gun would secure our safety.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a much-needed breath as I prepared to walk back to Drew. A loud, splintering sound had me opening them just as fast. When the cause of the sound became clear, I couldn't help the relief that spread through my bones.
I had no idea how he knew where to find us, but somehow Logan had not only figured out we were gone but he'd just kicked in the door standing between my and Flynn's freedom.
The same relief I felt registered on his face when we locked eyes from across the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Drew reach for the gun but Logan was already charging for him.
Within seconds they were on each other. I could hear punches being thrown but I honestly couldn't tell you who was hitting whom. Panic-stricken, my gaze flicked between the two men grappling on the floor. I had no hope of figuring out who was winning, I just knew I couldn't let Logan fight this man alone.
Scanning the floor, I started to search for something I could use when I spotted Drew's gun. It must've fallen. I lunged and scooped it up. With shaky hands, I aimed and waited for a clear shot.
When I had Drew in my sights, I squeezed the trigger. The loud bang caused my ears to ring. To my dismay, he was still raining down punches on Logan, I must've missed. Taking a deep breath, I aimed and fired again.
When Drew slumped over, I dropped the gun to the floor and rushed over to where Logan was also sprawled out. Nothing could've prepared me for seeing him with his eyes closed and a big, wet, red spot staining his white t-shirt.
My heart beat fast and loud. Did I really just fire a gun? More importantly, how badly did I injure Logan? I picked up the weapon, in case Drew came to and dropped to my knees next to Logan. With my heart in my throat, I lifted his shirt to see where the blood was coming from. I found the source when I saw the small hole just to the left of his collarbone.
I couldn't imagine why such a tiny wound would leave him out cold though. At a loss for what to do, I slapped his face…hard. Hoping it would rouse him, I slapped him again. "Wake up, dammit!" My palm connected with his cheek one more time before I collapsed onto his chest. "Wake up, you idiot!" I sobbed while I thumped my balled up fists on his torso. "I need to tell you that I love you."
Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around Logan and just bawled. Maybe it was a combination of the adrenaline wearing off and the very real fear that I might've killed the man I loved, but I just couldn't stop crying. My body shook with every sob that left it.
In the back of my mind, I knew I had to try and find a phone and call for help, I was just so terribly tired. I allowed myself a couple more seconds of wallowing before I started to push off of Logan's chest. As I moved to get up, I felt a tug on my shirt. Looking down, my heart leaped when I saw those warm whiskey-eyes staring back at me.
Without thought, I threw my body onto his and just held him. When he started to cough I realized I was crushing the poor man. Quickly pulling back I cradled his face in my palms.
"So…" his voice was soft and wheezy. "You love me, huh?"
Through the tears still rolling down my face, I started to laugh and nod my head furiously. "So much!"
Logan's lips lifted into a weak smile and after a few coughs, he said, "Good…That's good." His expression turned serious. "Flynn?" That single word was filled with so much fear and one of the reasons why this man meant so much to me.
