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Unconventional Methods
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Dana11279

 
     

Chapter Fourteen

Sheridan felt a chill as someone stepped behind her and breathed in her ear. It was him. She tried her best to stop shaking, but it was a losing battle.

Watts grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him. She had her eyes closed, unwilling for the moment to look at his face.

"Open your eyes, Sheridan," he ordered forcefully.

Sheridan refused. Frustrated that she didn't do as he said, he shook her violently and swore at her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. A grin spread over his face that made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

"So glad you could make it," he said with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"What choice did I have," she said so faintly that she wasn't sure he heard her.

"None, of course."

"Where's Clara?"

As soon as she asked him, she heard a voice behind her say, "I'm here, Aunt Sheridan!"

Sheridan spun around quickly to see her niece standing in the dining room. She ran towards Clara. Before she could reach her, Watts grabbed onto Sheridan's wrist. He twisted it painfully behind her as he pulled her against him. She shouted in pain.

"Aunt Sheridan?" Clara yelled and headed towards them. She stopped short and stared at something. Sheridan wondered what she saw because she couldn't turn her head to look herself. Then she felt it. She didn't need her sixth sense to tell her it was a gun. She tensed as she felt it touch her temple.

"You can go now, Clara," he told the younger girl.

Clara hesitated and looked uncertainly in her aunt's eyes. Sheridan nodded her head, encouraging her to go. Slowly, Clara made a wide arch around them, careful not to get too close. She bolted out the door and they could hear her run down the front steps.

Sheridan breathed a huge sigh of relief. Watts let go her wrist. Holding on to her injured wrist with her hand, Sheridan faced her captor.

It was so hard for Sheridan to believe that someone so normal looking, could be a crazed psychopath. He had calm brown eyes, but she knew that they really held the calm before the storm. If she wasn't careful, he would just snap. She needed to figure a way out. She had escaped him once before and she believed she could do it again.

"W-what do you want from me?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"Come with me," he said, "We're going for a ride. We need to get out of here before the cops arrive."

He held onto her arm with the injured wrist and pulled her close to him. She could feel him place the gun in her side. He guided her slowly to the door and opened it.

Suddenly, Watts tripped. As he was fighting to regain his balance, Sheridan took advantage of the situation and wrenched her arm free. He took a small step behind him, lifted her foot to his back, and shoved him with it out the door.

He fell to his hands and knees onto the porch. Before he could get up, she slammed the door shut and fumbled with the lock. She jumped when she heard him yell from the outside, and pound loudly on the door.

Sheridan just froze for a couple of seconds. Then, she realized that she needed to get out of the house. She prayed that Watts wasn't going to head for the back door until after she got our from there.

She sprinted to the back door and opened it. Fortunately, Sheridan could still hear Watts pounding on the doors and windows in the front. Before it could hit him that she was no longer in the house, she ran out the back yard and across the street.

Sheridan could hear the sound of sirens in the distance. She knew where they were headed. She stopped on the sidewalk and looked back at the house in which she had been just seconds before.

She didn't see Watts anywhere. He must be in the house. A car came to a halt in front of her. She recognized it to belong to Luis. The driver's side door opened and Luis got out.

Sheridan let out a cry of relief. "Luis!" She ran into his arms, causing him to stagger and nearly lose his balance.

"Oh, Luis! I'm so glad you're here!" she cried as she clung to him.

"Dear God, Sheridan, you scared me to death. What did you think you were doing, going to Watts like that?" he asked. He took a step away from her and leaned his head down to her level. "Don't you ever do something like that again! Do you understand me?"

She could see left over fear in his eyes. All she could do was nod. A relieved expression crossed his face. He pulled her back into his arms and held her as the sound of police and running feet filled the air.

Sheridan knew she was safe and was content to let Luis hold her. She buried her face in his shoulder as she let her heart steady. What happened to Watts?

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