“Lance!” she screamed as she run for the door. She tried to unlock it but her fingers just weren’t coordinated enough. She screamed and pulled the door handle in frustration. Her time had run out, her attacker grabbed her again. She struggled, kicking and screaming for her life. She broke free and fell to the ground, she crawled to the door but all he dragged her back. She turned round to face him and pushed him back. She saw him reach for the knife and she went after him, she jumped on him and tried to stop his attempt. He quickly tilted his body and she fell off him onto the ground. He had the knife in his hand, he tried to stab her but she pulled against his hands, he persisted. She grabbed the blade ignoring the sharp pain travelling through her arm as the sharp edge cut through her palm. She mastered all her strength and pulled the knife out of her attackers hand and tossed it to the other side of the room.
They were now both struggling to overpower each other. The attacker was strong but Sheryl was a fighter. They could hear Lance calling out in the back ground. The attacker felt it was time to make an escape before it was too late. Things had gotten out of hand and it was time to leave. He managed to free one of his hands from Sheryl’s grip and he used it to strike a blow to her head. Sheryl lost consciousness and her body went limp. He got up and made his escape through the window.
Lance; after hearing Sheryl’s scream had managed to break through the main door. He was now pounding on her bedroom door but there was no response. He busted through and turned on the lights. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sheryl lying on the floor in her blood stained pajamas.
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