Damsel in distress
A moment passed and she didn’t respond.
Well at least not the way I expected her to.
I stiffened as she stepped closer and placed her hand on my chest, wrapping the other around my neck before she dragged me down as she tried to force her lips on mine.
My hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her back against the counter so that I could see her face. “What are you doing?!”
“You love me.” She stated, the confidence in her voice making me uneasy.
“No,” I gently rebuffed. “I love Blue. It’s always been her, Zara. You know this.”
“You think you love her,” she remained adamant. “But you don’t. You’re in love with me, Corbyn. There’s no need to deny it. You can admit it. It’s just you and me here.”
I relaxed my hold and smoothed her hair back like she was a little child. “I do love you Zara, but only like as a friend. You’re like a sister to me.”
“Then why have you been leading me on?” she shrugged off my hand and grew more sullen and angry than I’d had ever seen before.
“I’ve never lied to you,” I kept my voice low and steady. I had to tread carefully from here, it looked like she was about to snap. There was no telling how she would react. “I’ve always been honest with you about how I feel. I thought you understood that, what I feel for you is purely platonic.”
“Purely platonic!” She mimicked and laughed mockingly. “You’re pretty dense aren’t you?!”
“Touché,” I returned with a curt nod. “I’m not the one obsessing over you loving someone else.”
“I can’t believe that you married her!” She let out a frustrated scream, clenched her small fists into her hair, and ground her teeth in an effort to keep from lashing out. “How could you do this to me?!”
“Don’t make this an issue snowball,” I used her pet name to try and calm her down, keeping an eye on the shiny blade that gleamed dangerously under the late morning sun. “You have Deacon so why are you behaving like a jealous girlfriend?”
“Jealous girlfriend?? Jealous girlfriend…?” Her eyes took on a strange look; at one moment they looked impudently sly and at the next glanced round in alarm.
Before I had a chance to dwell on it, she ran to the door, ripping her clothes and skin with the knife as she ran, the clatter of the knife echoing as it dropped to the tiled floor. When she was close to the threshold she staggered under what seemed to be a crushing weight and wrenched the doorknob.
“Help!!!” her scream pierced through the quiet corridor. “Somebody help me!!!!”
She was setting me up and there was not a thing I could do about it. Keys and doorknobs rattled as concerned neighbors stepped out to see what the commotion was about.
“Help me!!!” The desperate screams resounded. “Help!!!”
I stood frozen in place, bristling. I didn’t know whether to run or hide. But whatever I did, this looked bad. My eyes darted around the compact apartment as I contemplated where I could go and hide.
“Are you okay dear?!” I heard the old lady from next door inquire as I ducked into the hallway that led to the bedroom. “Oh no, you’re bleeding!”
“He’s-still in there!” Zara hiccupped hysterically. “Please call the police!”
“That won’t be necessary!” Another voice rasped.
Was that Blue???
“Our sister is not well, you see,” Maya’s soothing voice added. “We got a call from her doctor that she hasn’t been attending therapy and she refuses to take her medication. It sets her odd balance,” she said. “It looks like were arrived just in time.”
“Oh the poor dear!” the sympathetic neighbor lamented.
“They’re lying!” Zara shrieked but she was no match for them. “Don’t believe them! They’re lying!!”
“It’s okay Zara,” Blue said in a calm voice that almost made me burst into laughter and blow my cover. “We’re here now. We’re going to get you the help that you need.”
“Don’t touch me!” Zara’s protests were not helping her build her case. “Stay back!”
“She seems a bit hostile dears,” the old lady voice her concern. “Are you sure you will be able to handle her?”
“My husband will be here shortly. He’s the only one that seems to be able to get through to her,” Maya said. “Oh there he is!”
Suddenly, a hand yanked the hood of my sweater from behind and dragged me to through the bedroom door. As I turned around, Jordan held a finger to his lips and jerked his head towards the open window, where Jones was waiting. “Let’s go.”
“What are you doing here?!” I whispered.
“Trying to hack her phone for info,” he answered in a barely audible voice. “Succeeded too,” he placed the smartphone back on the nightstand and tiptoed to the window. Jordan wasn’t just a pretty face, he was a tech genius. He could hack through anything. It was a gift that was both good and bad. “We can go now.”
“Are we going to leave them?” I stopped and looked back.
“They’ll be fine,” he assured me with a wave of his hand. “They’re with Kyle, but I know you’re anxious to see your better-half so you stay behind. Jones and I will go and hand over this evidence to the attorneys and see if they can work with it.”
I watched him climb out the window and went back to the living room when I heard them come back inside.
Zara was livid as Kyle lowered her back onto the living room floor. “You’re not going to get away with this!” she hissed.
“We’ll be outside. We need to check if the police are here yet,” he said to me before he stepped out again.
“You’re going to regret this!” she spat out.
“You’re not in a position to be issuing threats,” Blue expressed succinctly as she covered the distance between us and put her arm around my waist. “You tried to set up my husband and ended up with gravel in your mouth.”
When I had turned my back to hug Blue, Zara picked up the knife from the floor and with a loud growl, she lunged at me. “Don’t move!” she stipulated as the tip of the knife dug into my back. “Step back!” she ordered Blue. “If you do anything funny, I will take great pleasure in sinking this knife into him.”
“You won’t do it,” Blue taunted, but did as she was told as she spied Jordan sneaking up from behind with a frying pan in his hand. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
“Don’t test me, Rivers!”
“You know why you won’t do it, Zara?” she asked nonchalantly, trying to keep her distracted. “Because you’re in love with him. And because you’re in love with him, you won’t hurt him.”
“You don’t know-”
“I know you killed Gemma,” I came in. “Why did you do it Zara?”
“It was a mistake!” she exploded. “I didn’t mean to-it was an accident!”
“Why did you do it?” I repeated. “Why did you do it?”
“I found out she was-was sleeping with Deacon-I confronted her but it all went wrong…I didn’t mean to…”
As she was trying to explain, the pan landed on her head with a loud bang and she slumped to the floor, her weapon joining her with a loud clatter.
“That felt good,” Jordan grinned as he stood back and admired his handwork. “Damn it felt good,” he chuckled as he swung his weapon back and forth like a tennis racket. “I’ve never laid a hand on a woman but man, I was getting tired of her whining.”
“We all were!” Blue laughed and sagged against me, feeling the same sense of peace that overtook my mind