“Open the door, Bianca!” he shouted, and I could see the handle rattling. I could feel myself starting to grow hysterical. The whole situation was so ironic; it had been Jakob himself who told me appearances could be deceiving. I hadn’t realized that he’d been talking about himself.
“We just made love, Jakob. You told me you were starting to fall for me, but it was a lie, wasn’t it. Was this all a ploy to trap me?” I tried to focus on breathing in and out as I felt myself on the verge of a panic attack.
“Let me explain, Bianca.”
“So you can lie to me again?” I screamed. “You nearly killed a man.” My words were loud and incoherent, and I could hear him trying to bang the door down. “Were you that worried that I was going to steal your family money?” I cried out, my heart breaking.
Everything I thought I knew about Jakob and my time on the island was an illusion. None of it was real, and now I needed to ensure that I survived whatever his master plan really was. I’d made it off the island, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it out of the hotel room. Until I saw the window. It was large, and I knew I could fit through it if it opened all the way. The only problem would be if there was somewhere for me to go once I made it out of the window.
I grabbed a bathrobe from the back of the door and pulled it on, fumbling with the window latch as I hurried to open it. I looked outside and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the balcony. Clambering onto the windowsill, I stared at the rattling door one last time before I leaped. The last words I heard Jakob shouting were “To find the truth, one must be prepared to do anything, Bianca. One must be prepared to do anything.”
“I don’t think so, Jakob.” I whispered as I eyed the balcony across from ours. There was only about two feet between the two balconies, and I knew that I had to climb up and jump if I wanted to escape. I climbed up and took a deep breath as I was about to jump. I needed to hurry if I was going to escape Jakob. He’d remember the balcony pretty quickly and then it would be over for me. I needed to jump and make a call. As long as I could call Rosie, I knew everything would be okay. If I got access to a phone, I could tell everyone that I’d finally come face-to-face with Mattias Bradley.