Sink Into Me

Adam’s POV:

I had no idea where to start looking as I forcefully pushed the apartment building door open, I just let my frantic legs carry me off in any direction, hoping they‘d lead me the right way. I couldn’t think straight, all I could think about was how I’d been so stupid and if any harm came to Taylor it’d be all my fault, and I couldn’t let that happen.

Taylor's POV:

“I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll leave Cindy alone, just let me go!” I spat.

Big Mistake.

He pushed the knife a little further into my neck, far enough for it to draw a small amount of blood. I gulped and winced in pain. I really needed to stop talking.
The tall figure looked down at the damage he’d just done on my neck and smirked.

“Well well well, I guess now you can see what happens when you push me” He sneered.

“I promise I’ll leave her alone, you don’t really want my blood all over your hands if you kill me, do you?” I questioned, trying to reason with him.

“Well lets just say that at least that way I know you can’t bother my sister again” He smirked.

I was getting no-where, as much as it pained me to say.

Adam’s POV:

I was getting no-where fast, I checked the two parks near Cindy’s apartment to see if she was in there, I checked near the Starbucks nearest to her apartment to see if anyone had seen her there, but no-one had. I had this gut-wrenching feeling and it wouldn’t go away, my palms grew sweaty as I began to panic, I needed to find her, I had to find her. Then it clicked.

Taylor’s POV:

“I won’t bother your sister again, I’ve kind of learned my lesson” I said as I looked down at the knife still pressed tightly against my neck.

“Well “kind of” isn’t enough” He replied as he continued to press the knife harder against me.

I knew I couldn’t afford to make any more mistakes when it came to what I was saying, but I couldn’t help but speak as I usually did which wasn’t good at all, considering my situation and I wasn’t exactly doing myself any justice either. I had to think of a way out of this, or I wasn’t making it out, it was that simple, and the realisation of that scared me more than anything.
I decided to try and make things a little better for myself by trying to talk to him normally without the sarcasm or smart-ass comments which I was oh so good at, but it also gave me time so I could think of a plan whilst he spoke.

“How did you even know I’d be walking around by myself at this time?” I said quietly as I tried to keep my cool as my mind worked over-time.

“How do you think?” He sneered.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you” I said automatically.

Shit.

He pressed the knife further into my neck, at the rate he was going and how I couldn’t control my mouth I’d have no neck left.

“You really need to watch what you’re saying” He smirked.

“I know, I’m sorry” I apologised “But I really don’t know how you could’ve known” I said.

“If you must know, I received a phone call” He grinned.

Of course. When Cindy left the room, that’s where she went.

“She went to call you when she left the room” I thought out loud.

“Precisely, she did a pretty good job of taunting you enough to come here without any company” He laughed.

My blood began to boil. I was such an idiot.

“I guess she did” I muttered.

“I’m tired of talking, you need to pay for all the trouble you’ve caused Cindy and how you’ve damaged her relationship” He seethed.

“But I haven’t damaged her relationship, she’s still happy as can be with Adam, it’s nothing to do with me!” I protested.

“It is when it comes down to the fact that she says you have feelings for him!”

“I DON’T HAVE FEELINGS FOR ADAM!” I spat.

“Watch it” He warned, moving the knife handle about in his hand.

“I don’t have feelings for Adam, I don’t know why she thinks I do” I sighed.

“Well even if you do, or if you don’t, if you’re not around you can’t ever have feelings for him and they’ll be happy” He said matter-o-factly.

“She can have him, I don’t even live in America!” I whispered harshly.

“I know you don’t, which is more reason to get rid of you, your parents would just think you’ve decided to stay out here longer, they wouldn’t even know” He smirked.

I gulped nervously. I couldn’t help but think that that could be true.

Adam’s POV:

I let out a sigh of relief in realisation, Taylor was going to Starbucks for everyone a few minutes after we left. I knew where my next looking place would be, not in Starbucks, but hopefully she’d be somewhere not too far from there. It felt my heart had suddenly rose in my throat as my legs took off in the opposite direction I’d been previously going as my feet pounded against the concrete on the sidewalk. I didn’t know how long I’d been searching, or if she was even okay, but I couldn’t waste any time, not even a second.

Taylor’s POV:
I hadn’t managed to come up with any ideas of how to escape from the awful situation I’d found myself in, I was praying that something would come out of no-where enabling me to escape, but it really didn’t seem likely, or, so I thought. I stood there not saying a word as I looked up at the tall figure stood before me, terrified of what he might do next at he stared right back at me with hatred in his eyes, from what it looked like contemplating his next move or even how to make my death as gruesome and bloody as possible. My body shook in fear, I couldn’t help it, I was so sure it was the end for me, and I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind.
As I thought that though, Cindy’s brother’s phone rang, startling him. I took that opportunity to do something, as I was pretty sure that was the only one I’d get and the only time he’d be distracted.

“HELP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He grabbed my shoulder forcefully with the knife-free hand pulling me off the wall then pushing me back into it with all his mite.

“You little bitch! You better hope nobody heard that!” He spat, running the knife along my neck.

I couldn’t help but hope that someone had.

Adam’s POV:

I’d reached Starbucks and began searching the perimeter of it in a hurry, I had to find her, but I wasn’t having any luck at all, I couldn’t let it all end like this. I felt like nothing was on my side, especially not time. Every second I took contemplating was a second less I could use to find Taylor, but I couldn’t help but think it could be too late, it’d been about fifteen minutes since I left Cindy’s, fifteen minutes that could’ve changed a few lives forever, including mine. As I was about to give up hope though, I heard a faint voice in the distance, not too far, but not close enough to hear the full extent of it. I couldn’t help but run towards the sound, I didn’t have anything to lose, nothing that I hadn’t probably lost already, anyway. I could hear the sound of my heart beating loudly in my chest, in my ears, louder than I’d ever heard it beat before as I neared the place where the noise came from. From the direction that it’d come from I running towards one of the side streets, or alleys about five minutes away from Starbucks. I had a bit of hope in my heart that it could be Taylor and that I might not be too late, but my thoughts were all spinning out of control as I reached the bottom of the side street and came to a sudden halt, taking in what was in front of me.

“Taylor!” I shouted.

I’d caught the man’s attention as he turned to me, panic and anger written all over his face. He made a run for it as he quickly removed a knife away from Taylor’s neck, cutting it in the process, I couldn’t concentrate on that though, before I knew it my legs were running towards the back of the alley, in pursuit of the figure. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time, I needed to know who the fuck could have done it. Unfortunately for me though, as I reached the back of the alley and quickly snapped my head to the left then to the right to see which way he’d gone, there was no sign of him. I punched the wall in anger, I couldn’t help it, especially as whoever it was would never see justice. I began to walk back down the alley slowly towards Taylor, I had so many thoughts racing around my head I couldn’t think straight.

Taylor’s POV.
Negative thoughts were racing through my head, I couldn’t think positive. I kept thinking about how no-one would know of my death if Cindy’s brother did a good enough clean up job and disposing of my body. I thought about how I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to Matt, Hayden, Lidia and the rest of the guys, and how I was going to die alone, in an alley of all places, at the hands of someone who was probably a pro of doing jobs like this. I was snapped out of my thoughts though, as I heard a voice at the end of the alley.

“Taylor!” Adam shouted as he suddenly appeared at the bottom of the alley.

I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, he wasn’t my favourite person, not at all, but he was someone, someone who could possibly get me out of this mess. Cindy’s brother snapped his head in the direction of Adam’s voice with anger and panic in his eyes as he ripped the knife away from my neck, cutting it in the process as he took off. My hand’s reached automatically for my neck to see how much damage had been done, obviously I couldn’t see the extent with my eyes, but as I pulled my hands away and saw blood smeared on them I knew that it wasn’t drastic enough for me to suddenly collapse and die as he’d thankfully missed my jugulars, but it was still enough for me to panic, especially as I had no way to get rid of the blood or hide the cut. Adam walked back down the alley slowly, I couldn’t help but be thankful to a certain extent, but the fact that it was his fault I was in the situation in the first place took over that thankful feeling.

“Are you okay?!” He questioned worriedly as he looked at my neck, moving towards me.

“No, Adam. I’m not okay!” I screeched as I moved my hands to my neck once more.

“You could at least be a little bit thankful!” He sighed.

I was, but I couldn’t show it.

I just sighed in response as I looked up and him, taking in his appearance, then it clicked.

“Give me your scarf” I said as I held out my hand.

“What? Why?” He questioned, utterly confused.

“That way I can hide this” I sighed as I pointed to my neck.

“But Taylor, you need to get someone to take a look at it, I mean-” He started as I cut him off.

“No, I don’t want anyone to see it, I don’t want any fuss, just give me your scarf” I demanded.

He sighed in defeat and removed his scarf from around his neck and tossed it at me. The first time he’s ever given up when we’ve fought, he was probably feeling guilty, which was how it should be.
I wrapped the scarf around my neck and zipped my hoodie up so you couldn’t see any of the blood that had ran onto my t-shirt and that you couldn’t see the cut across my neck.

“Are you coming or not?” I sighed as I walked down to the front of the alley.

“Yeah, I’m coming” Adam mumbled as he followed in pursuit.

I hurriedly walked back to Matt’s house, taking the stairs two by two as I walked in and made my way to the stairs at a fast pace, ignoring the shouts of “why‘ve you been gone so long, Taylor?!” and “where’s my drink?!”. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, tripping on one of them as I landed on my knees, but I couldn’t stop, I picked myself up and ran up the last remaining stairs, pushing my door open forcefully and shutting it, locking it in the process. I made my way to the bathroom in my room hurridly, ripping the scarf off and pulling the hoodie down, examining the damage. The cut across my neck wasn’t that deep, but it was very noticeable, I ran the tap and splashed water onto my skin underneath the cut, careful not to touch it as I washed the dried and fresh blood off of my neck. Even with the blood gone it still looked bad, I placed both hands either side of the sink and just sighed as tears began to form in my eyes, running down my face slowly.

I was a complete mess, and I couldn’t think of a way to over-come it.