could smell his body odor, it was stomach-churning and his breath rancid like days old food. Hubble lifted his right leg, like a Rottweiler would to take a piss, marking his territory. As he unzipped his pants Sam brought her foot up from under and kicked him squarely in the mouth with her heel. Dazing him for a moment, Sam scrambled and bolted for the door.
A wide split on Hubble’s lower lip began to bleed. Bringing his hand to his mouth he spit into it. A fragmented piece of his front tooth lay idly in a mesh of bloody phlegm.
“You’re a fucking dead bitch,” he said drawing the Morseth from his boot. Sam was already at the door when Hubble got up. Sliding it open she escaped just as he came down with the knife, the thick steel blade barely missing her shoulder. Holding her right arm Sam frantically ran out into the backyard screaming for help.
The moment felt surreal as she sprinted across the property, past the house towards the driveway. Before jumping the crumbling stone wall Sam glanced back, Hubble was gaining on her. A wild raged look in his dead brown eyes, frightened Sam more than the blood smeared across his chin.
Sam cut through the trees and onto the street, never once seeing the car approaching. The black Lincoln never had time to slow down. Its tank sized body clipping Sam’s leg, sending her over the car’s hood and to the ground. Slamming on its brakes, the automobile came to a dead stop. Eli opened the driver’s door and darted to Sam’s motionless body.
“Sam honey, are you all right?” Eli asked in a panic. Sam’s lips moved but no words came out. Eli leaned in and noticed her torn shirt.
“What honey, who did this?” he asked putting his ear to her mouth and holding her hand.
“......Bill,” she whispered before going unconscious.
8-Track
Vanessa was clutching her pocket book, her hands shaking like maracas when she entered Huggins Memorial Hospital. She stormed down a long corridor, through the double doors reading, Emergency . Eli and Sig were hovering near the nurses’ station when they saw her.
“What happened? Is she all right?” Vanessa asked hugging Eli.
“Like I said on the phone, she just bolted out in front of my car. I never saw her. I’m so sorry Nessa,”
“How bad is she?”
“She’s gonna be OK, the doctor is in there with her right now. I think someone was chasing her,” Eli replied reaching for his smokes.
“Who, who would have been chasing her?” Vanessa’s asked with confused eyes.
“Bill,” Eli replied.
“Bill? How do you know it was him?”
“I asked her who did this, she said Bill’s name. Also the boathouse door was open.”
“So?” Vanessa asked shaking her head.
“Bill was the only one that had a key,” Sig said in a low voice.
Vanessa placed her hand over her mouth, speaking through her fingers. “I told her, you don’t know that boy. Where’s Bill now?”
“I don’t know. I’ve called his house twice, but there’s no answer.”
An older man wearing a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck exited Sam’s room. Vanessa read his name tag and tried not to stare at his obvious comb over, Dr. Pappier.
“Is this the mother?” the doctor asked Eli.
“Yes, I’m the mother. Is my daughter going to be all right?”
The doctor put his chubby hand up in a stopping gesture.
“Your daughter’s going to be fine. Samantha has a mild concussion and a fractured radius, that’s all. I’ve given her some medication in case of any swelling in the brain. We also gave her a mild sedative to help her sleep. Samantha’s going to be out for a while but she’ll be fine.” Dr. Pappier put a reassuring hand on Vanessa’s shoulder. “You’re welcome to go in and sit with her.”
Vanessa hugged him. “Thank you.”
“It could have been a lot worse, she's very lucky,” Dr. Pappier replied looking at his clipboard and entering another room.
“Where’s Sam’s car?”
A wide split on Hubble’s lower lip began to bleed. Bringing his hand to his mouth he spit into it. A fragmented piece of his front tooth lay idly in a mesh of bloody phlegm.
“You’re a fucking dead bitch,” he said drawing the Morseth from his boot. Sam was already at the door when Hubble got up. Sliding it open she escaped just as he came down with the knife, the thick steel blade barely missing her shoulder. Holding her right arm Sam frantically ran out into the backyard screaming for help.
The moment felt surreal as she sprinted across the property, past the house towards the driveway. Before jumping the crumbling stone wall Sam glanced back, Hubble was gaining on her. A wild raged look in his dead brown eyes, frightened Sam more than the blood smeared across his chin.
Sam cut through the trees and onto the street, never once seeing the car approaching. The black Lincoln never had time to slow down. Its tank sized body clipping Sam’s leg, sending her over the car’s hood and to the ground. Slamming on its brakes, the automobile came to a dead stop. Eli opened the driver’s door and darted to Sam’s motionless body.
“Sam honey, are you all right?” Eli asked in a panic. Sam’s lips moved but no words came out. Eli leaned in and noticed her torn shirt.
“What honey, who did this?” he asked putting his ear to her mouth and holding her hand.
“......Bill,” she whispered before going unconscious.
8-Track
Vanessa was clutching her pocket book, her hands shaking like maracas when she entered Huggins Memorial Hospital. She stormed down a long corridor, through the double doors reading, Emergency . Eli and Sig were hovering near the nurses’ station when they saw her.
“What happened? Is she all right?” Vanessa asked hugging Eli.
“Like I said on the phone, she just bolted out in front of my car. I never saw her. I’m so sorry Nessa,”
“How bad is she?”
“She’s gonna be OK, the doctor is in there with her right now. I think someone was chasing her,” Eli replied reaching for his smokes.
“Who, who would have been chasing her?” Vanessa’s asked with confused eyes.
“Bill,” Eli replied.
“Bill? How do you know it was him?”
“I asked her who did this, she said Bill’s name. Also the boathouse door was open.”
“So?” Vanessa asked shaking her head.
“Bill was the only one that had a key,” Sig said in a low voice.
Vanessa placed her hand over her mouth, speaking through her fingers. “I told her, you don’t know that boy. Where’s Bill now?”
“I don’t know. I’ve called his house twice, but there’s no answer.”
An older man wearing a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck exited Sam’s room. Vanessa read his name tag and tried not to stare at his obvious comb over, Dr. Pappier.
“Is this the mother?” the doctor asked Eli.
“Yes, I’m the mother. Is my daughter going to be all right?”
The doctor put his chubby hand up in a stopping gesture.
“Your daughter’s going to be fine. Samantha has a mild concussion and a fractured radius, that’s all. I’ve given her some medication in case of any swelling in the brain. We also gave her a mild sedative to help her sleep. Samantha’s going to be out for a while but she’ll be fine.” Dr. Pappier put a reassuring hand on Vanessa’s shoulder. “You’re welcome to go in and sit with her.”
Vanessa hugged him. “Thank you.”
“It could have been a lot worse, she's very lucky,” Dr. Pappier replied looking at his clipboard and entering another room.
“Where’s Sam’s car?”
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