Leila's POV

　　"Jason, stop," I pleaded in a trembling voice as I stepped backward. Just as the yard had dimmed, so too had Jason been inching closer toward me, and his face contorted with wickedness.

　　"Stop? But we are just getting to the middle of it, Leila," he snarled at me, blocking my only way out. "You think you can just keep pushing me and pushing me? I have already crossed my patience."

　　I looked maniacally around me, my heart racing, hoping just ...