when love holds you hostage

chapter one_continuation

Morning came quietly, as if the house itself was trying to forget the night before.

Zane’s mother, Annabelle, stood in front of a small mirror, carefully applying makeup. Thick layers—just enough to hide the bruises scattered across her face.

Her hands trembled slightly.

She chose a long skirt.

A long-sleeved blouse.

Anything to hide the marks.

At the hospital, she was just a nurse.

No one needed to know the truth.

Behind her, the door creaked open.

Zane’s father stepped in.

For a moment, Annabelle froze.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice unusually soft as he handed her a folded letter.

She didn’t take it.

Instead, he stepped closer, pressing a slow kiss against her lips and pulling her toward the bed.

“Stop… I’ll be late for work,” she said, trying to push him away.

He laughed under his breath.

“What use is a woman if she can’t satisfy her man in bed?”

Before she could respond, her phone rang.

An emergency.

Annabelle pulled away immediately, grabbing her bag.

“I have to go.”

As she reached the door, his voice followed her.

“You’ve really changed,” he said coldly. “You’re not as sweet as the girls I spend time with.”

Annabelle paused.

Just for a second.

Then she walked out without another word.

Outside, she finally looked at the letter in her hand… before tossing it aside.

“Same old lies,” she whispered, blinking back tears.

—

Later that day, the house felt different.

Too quiet.

Until the front door opened again.

Zane’s father walked in—this time with a woman.

She had bright red hair, heavy makeup, and revealing clothes showing her n*****s and p***y from it. Her laughter filled the house as she leaned into him, pressing kisses along his neck.

Zane stayed hidden, her small body stiff with fear as they moved upstairs.

The door closed.

But the sounds didn’t.

Zane hesitated… then slowly crept closer.

She didn’t know why.

Maybe curiosity.

Maybe something worse.

She reached the door and peeked inside.

And froze.

she saw the red haired woman on her knees as her father kept cursing and gripped her hair forcing his whole shaft in her mouth as she sucked it more like she was choking on it but he didn't give a damn as he continued penetrating harder as he had the other hand playing with her n*****s that had stood pink and erect

Her chest tightened.

Her stomach twisted.

She stepped back—

as she took to her heels running back to her room.

Back under the covers.

She forced her breathing slow and steady pressing her eyes shut.

Pretending.

Always pretending.

Footsteps passed her door.

Then faded.

Only then did she move again.

Only then did she breathe.

And slowly…

Sleep took her.