Chapter Eleven #3
My phone is in the bedroom, so it’s not like I can call the guys if I actually have a reason to be panicking; the last thing I need to do is start screaming.
I feel like that would just get me killed.
I feel insane saying that, but why would they be in the closet?
Dominic had no intention of coming to bed yet, and his pajamas were on the bed anyway.
Eventually, I force myself to do it. I swing the door open, but as soon as I come out, I know I’ve made a mistake.
I’m immediately grabbed by the hair and slung onto the bed.
Before I can scream, a hand covers my mouth.
It’s so fucking dark in here, but I know who it is.
My eyes go wide, and I immediately start to thrash my body when I see the knife.
I grab hold of his wrist and try to keep him from stabbing me in the chest. He’s trying to kill me.
I knew he would never give up until I was dead.
I’m screaming against his hand while trying to keep him from killing me.
I don’t know where the strength is coming from, but I know I don’t want to die.
He adjusts his body just enough so I can pull my knees up.
Once I have my legs up, I use all of my strength to kick him backward.
“Dom!” I scream as loud as I can before Leon lunges at me again.
When I try to roll off the bed to get away from him, I bump the nightstand, and my glass of water from this morning crashes to the ground.
It distracts me enough that Leon can get on top of me again.
Without even thinking, I grab a piece of glass and slam it into the side of his neck.
Leon’s eyes go wide, and I instantly start screaming through my sobs when blood gushes out of his neck.
I didn’t mean to do that—I just wanted to make him stop so I could get away.
I wanted him in jail. Leon makes the mistake in the middle of his panic of yanking the glass out of his neck, causing the blood to spray out of him and all over me, as well as the side of the bed.
I kick him off of me and move myself to the other side of the room to sit in the corner.
I pull my knees to my chest and rock my body in an attempt to calm down.
“What’s… Holy fuck!” Dominic says as he rushes to my side.
“I didn’t mean to,” I sob. “I swear, I didn’t.”
“Shh. I know. It’s okay,” he says as he pulls me into his lap.
This time, he doesn’t coach me on breathing; he just holds me while I sob into his chest. The room is in chaos, but he shields me from all of it.
Eventually, I do stop crying, though. As soon as the tears dry up, I am nonverbal.
I no longer respond to the things that he is saying to me.
I sit in complete silence and stare off at nothing.
I’ve disconnected and shut down to protect myself.
I suppose I could fight against this feeling, but I don’t want to.
I don’t want to feel the pain of what I just did.
“One down, two to go,” Naomi says as she enters the room. She sounds so distant. “Myra.”
“She’s in shock. I haven’t been able to get her to talk for about thirty minutes,” Dominic says.
“Well, let’s start by getting her on the front porch. I’m going to send forensics in here to see where the little fucker was hiding,” Naomi says. “Does anyone know what happened?”
“I don’t know where it came from, but I believe she stabbed him in the neck with a piece of glass,” Natalie says. “Leon must’ve pulled it out.”
“Is she injured?” Naomi asks.
“She has a minor cut on her hand, but I don’t think it needs stitches,” Natalie says.
“Okay. Actually… Dominic, take her into the bathroom—I want her clothes and yours—since you have blood on you as well. Go ahead and get her cleaned up and changed. We will wait right here, and I’ll escort you down.
I don’t want anyone touching anything, though.
I’d like to make sure no one else was here, and I don’t want the fingerprints to be contaminated. ”
“Okay,” Dominic says.
“I’ll grab some clothes and help, if that’s alright,” Matt says.
“Yeah. Just don’t touch their clothes until they change,” Naomi says.
Dominic helps me stand before taking me to the bathroom.
I mindlessly follow him, not wanting to be the one to make decisions right now.
Matt comes in a few minutes later and shuts the door.
Dominic starts by undressing us before Matt takes over cleaning my body while Dominic cleans himself up.
Together, they dress me in sweatpants and one of Dominic’s shirts, while Dominic has a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a tight white shirt.
We leave the bathroom, and Dominic scoops me into his arms before I am carried downstairs and out onto the front deck.
There are numerous police cars here. Forensics, as well as the coroner, show up within a few seconds of us sitting down.
I stay, curled up in Dominic’s lap as he rocks us on the swing.
I am facing Matt, but I am still not speaking.
“I really need you to talk to us, Myra,” Matt says gently, squeezing my hands.
“I murdered him,” I whisper.
“No,” Dominic says, suddenly grabbing my face and making me look at him. “You are not a murderer. You defended yourself, Myra. You hear me?”
“Tell us what happened,” Matt urges. I see Naomi standing off to the side, listening. I know I need to talk, to make myself.
“I took a shower. Everything was fine. When I was about to leave the bathroom, I heard the closet open. I got scared because I knew no one should be in there. I didn’t wanna scream because I thought that maybe I would get hurt.
My phone was in the bedroom, but my plan was just to get out of the room.
The moment I stepped out, he threw me on the bed and covered my mouth.
He had a knife… I didn’t want to die… I was able to pull my legs up, and I kicked him off of me.
When I rolled off the bed to try to run, I knocked the glass over.
He lunged at me, and I just… I didn’t want him to kill me.
I just wanted to get away. It happens so fast. I don’t even know why I grabbed the glass.
When I stabbed him in the neck, he just froze for a second, and then pulled it out of his neck. I got away and went to the corner.”
“You did great,” Naomi says. “You are not in trouble. He had absolutely no reason to be in this house.”
“What now?” I ask.
“Well, I need you all to go somewhere else for the evening,” she says. “The Roland hotel, preferably. That is where I am staying, and I can better protect you there.”
“The owner is actually a member of Sensoria. I can give him a call,” Matt says.
“How long will we be there?” I ask.
“Honestly?” she asks. “I’d like it if you all stayed there for a while. We need to figure out how he got onto this property and into the house undetected. If he got in, the others could get in.”
“How much danger is she in right now?” Dominic asks.
“Walter and Alvin know a lot of people with a lot of money,” Naomi says carefully. “It’s best that we be extra cautious moving forward.”
“I understand,” Dominic says.
“I’ll let you know when things settle down so you can grab some things,” she says.