Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Suddenly she saw the door crack open and her eyes widened. She had to admit he was hot. His messy blonde hair stuck up around his head and he had a bad boy feeling around him. Shaking her head slightly she threw a shoe at him first while still holding the bat.
"Get out of here!" She yelled and charged out of the closet swinging. She had strong arms from years of sports and she knew how to aim well. Currently, aiming for his shoulders and ribs. -
"Get out of here!" he heard the girl yell. Petro's eyes widened and he ducked her swing with the bat. "I'm not looking for a fight," he said. He didn't want to yell because he didn't want the cops called on him, and he also didn't want the girl to scream again because that would also get the cops called.
But he didn't want to stab the girl either, so he quickly shoved his knife in his pocket. He stood back up and then he lunged for the girl's bat, trying to take it away from her so she wouldn't try and hit him again. -
Zoey watched as he ducked from all her swings with a cat like grace. She huffed and suddenly two hands wrapped around the bat and plucked it from her hands with ease. "Hey!" She said not quit a yell but not a whisper either.
She went to dart past him and tried to run for the door. If she could get past him then she could run to the neighbors house.. -
Oh no, the girl was running. Petro quickly threw the bat to the side and grabbed the girls wrist. With some force he swung the girl around and slammed her back against the wall, he also put his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.
"Look," Petro started. "Like I said, I don't want a fight, and I don't want to hurt you either, so don' make me hurt you."
He seemed to have a little bit of a pleading in his voice. Sincerely, he didn't want to hurt the girl, but he didn't want to get sent to jail for breaking and entering either. He would hurt the girl if he had to, but he wouldn't like it. "Do you understand me?" he questioned. -
Zoey went to yell but then it got cut off and she glared at him with a cold glare. For a moment she thought she could bite his hand.. But from the way he stopped her from running so fast there was no way.
Then she noticed how he seemed to tower over her and yet pressing into her and against the wall with her little clothing. She blinked and nodded once breathing heavily against his hand. -
Petro nodded back and he slowly took his hand away from the girls mouth. He noticed her cold glare, but she didn't seem threatening since he was at least have a foot to a foot taller than her. "Is there anyone else in the house?" he questioned.
He wasn't about to let the girl go, but he was pressed against a stranger who was only wearing spandex's and a top. Petro wouldn't let that get to him though, and he waited for the girl to answer him. -
Zoey swallowed slightly and ran a pink tounge over dry lips. "No." She said and lifted her head to stare him in the face. Her blue eyes found his and she turned her gaze into a knife life one.
"I already called the cops." She suddenly said as she suddenly got brave. The truth was, she didn't call anyone or text anyone. No one knew what was happening right now and that thought snuffed out her flame of heroism. -
Petro's blood ran cold when the girl said this. The thoughts in his head became a jumbled mess and he wasn't thinking straight. What should he do? What could he do? The cops are going to be there any minute!
The first thought that popped into his head seemed good enough for him, so he decided to act. He walked back to the girl and grabbed her, opening the door at the same time. "Come on," he said quickly while forcing her through the door.
He had to get the hell out of there, and quick. -
"Hey! Let go of me!" She yelped as she was suddenly grabbed and shoved out of her own room. She twisted away from his grasping hands and aimed to run down the stairs and get away from the cute boy. Great. She couldn't get over how cute he was.
If she managed to get away from him she would aim for the stairs. -
"Stop it!" Petro ordered her, almost loosing his grip on her. By some wonder, he was able to turn her so her back was against his chest. Quickly he took out the knife from his pocket and carefully pressed it against her throat. "Please, don't make me do this. I'm not a big fan of being thrown in jail sweetheart," Petro said, almost sarcastically. "But since you had to go and call the cops while I was still here you just got yourself in a bad situation. You're coming with me, and I won't hurt you unless you make me, alright?"
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Suddenly things became even more real as the blade kissed her flesh. She swallowed and went tense in his arms. "I lied, i didn't call anyone I promise." She said and started to shake against him.
The coolness of the blade almost made her feel faint but she kept it together and tried to even out her breathing. -
Petro didn't know what to think. She must have been lying, just to save her own skin. Yeah, that's what it was. "I can't make sure of that, and I don't feel like waiting around to find out," he stated while forcing her to walk with him, heading down the stairs.
He couldn't believe what he was doing! He's about to kidnap this girl! Sweat made the knife in his hand hard to grip, but he still had a firm grip. -
Zoey went silent as the pair went down the stairs and out the back door. The cold air hit her skin and her shaking increased in a mix of fear and coldness now. She sniffled slightly and looked around her yard. A small sniffle escaped her and she looked at the sky to focus on something else besides her situation.
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The two were finally outside. Of course, Petro couldn't walk down the street holding a knife to a girls throat, that would bring too much attention to himself. Instead, he pulled the knife away from the girls throat and moved her to his right so he could put his right arm around her. That way he could still grab the knife with his free hand, grab the girl if she tried to escape, yet still look like the two were just taking a stroll at midnight.
Because taking a stroll at midnight is totally normal for two teens. -
Zoey looked around at the quiet dark houses desperate for someone to turn a light on or let their dog out.. Anything! Her shivering increased and she momentarily thought about pressing into the guy next to her for warmth but her stubbornness won out and she ignored him.
Zoey clenched her teeth together to quit the chattering and her bare feet seemed to step on every rock on the side walk. "Where are we going?" She finally said glaring ahead of them.
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