The Danger Project is part of a writing collaboration with several other writers in which each week one of us completes a segment. See the names of the others authors below. Thanks Cass
Jayde steadied her gaze on the cabin ahead. She silently prayed that they were not too late. Her hands reflexively formed into fist as nervous energy pulsed through her veins. Her mind began to drift to the tall sexy stranger that saved her life. Was he single? Was he married? Was he gay? Did he have a wife and kids somewhere out there waiting for him? She looked over the crest of the mountainside terrain in which they were driving. She imagines a woman out there, staring into a star filled sky, longing, and praying for the safe return of her husband. Telling her children at the end of their nightly bedtime story, “daddy will be home soon.” The forward lunching motion of the jeep shook her out of her daydream.
She clutched the dashboard of the jeep and sent a fiery glance at Jason
“Sorry, but you do remember that we are in the mountains in the middle of a snow storm, going back to our possible deaths.” He grumbled.
Jayde feeling more at ease softened her expression. She reached over placing her hand on his forearm and summoned her womanly wiles, looked him squarely in the face and said. “Jason, I’ll make it worth your while.”
His name on her lips lit a slow burning flame that settled within the pit of his stomach. He coughed and sputtered while trying to swallow. The heat slowly made its way down his powerfully built thighs, down his hard calves and to his feet.
“You, umm,” he stammered, “We have to live through this first” he released a frustrated breath.
She looked over at him and blushed, “slow down cowboy, I was talking about making you dinner or something,” she grinned. Her smile was an outward symbol of her inner turmoil.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel hoping to concentrate on getting them back to the cabin safely without rising the suspicious of its inhabitants.
Jayde knew that Kyle had been in love with her since forever. ” Where in the heck did that thought come from.”
“Here I am struck in the middle of a robbery /homicide and flirty with Jason of all people.” Deep inside she knew it was just her anxieties about what was happening just manifesting itself, she knew all too well how trauma would do.”
” Jason’s not so bad,” she mused. She knew that with him , at least she would have had a good life. It would have been on this mountain, but a good life non the less. She felt the pangs of regret knowing that he would have never used and abused her the way that her husband had. She shook her head to clear out the countless images of him standing over her with a belt and buckle in hand, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. She unconsciously slid closer to Kyle while tremors of fear quaked within her. The flashbacks were getting easier to deal with now. She hoped that in then fear future they would be a part of her distant memory instead of her daily musings.
“Get up, Get up, right now you whore.” She could still hear the bass in his voice right before he would hit her and knock her down again. No matter how many time he’s knocked her down she refused to get up, unless he pulled her to her feet and made her stand. Apart of her said what’s the use, if he was only going to knock her down again.
Once he hit her so hard that her jaw remained sore for two months. She tightly wound her arms around her body and rocked forward slightly reminding her self that those days are over now.
Kyle looked down at his bloodied leg and could his consciousness beginning to wane, “faith don’t fail me now,” he muttered. The robust throbbing of his leg matched his heartbeat. He tightened his grip on the gun that he had aimed at Norm. “Don’t even think about it” he grimaced. He looked around in search of a chair to get the extra weight off of his leg.
Norm could feel his chances of picking up his riches slowly slipping away with each additional moment that Kyle was alive. He tried to formulate a plan in his mind to escape the madness he now found himself in. All of this could have been avoided if that “punk “would have just kept his end of the bargain.
Other contributors include:
Nikki Walker , Margaret Johnson and Deidra Green