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He lets go of my arm and grabs my hairHe's going to cut my throatI brace for
the slice of the knife
But the hand on my throat eases up, and then his fingers are fumbling on the back of my neck,
rough and warm on my skin
“Impossible,” he breathes
Something hits the floor with a thudHe's dropped the knife? I try to think of a way to get itThe hand on my neck isn't tight enough to keep me from yanking freeI think I
heard where the blade landed
He spins me around suddenlyThere is a click, and light blinds my left eyeI gasp and
automatically try to twist away from itHis hand tightens in my hairThe light flickers to my
right eye
“I can't believe it,” he whispers
His hands grab my face from both sides, and before I can pull free, his lips come down hard on
mine
I'm frozen for half a secondNo one has ever kissed me in my lifeJust my
parents' pecks on the cheek or forehead, so many years agoThis is something I thought I would
never feelI'm not sure exactly what it feels like, thoughThere's too much panic, too much
terror, too much adrenaline
I jerk my knee up in a sharp thrust
He chokes out a wheezing sound, and I'm freeInstead of running for the front of the house
again like he expects, I duck under his arm and leap through the open doo