Chasing the Bartender

Must Be Crazy

DAVINA POV

Love. This man has stated he loves me, and that's why I am chained to metal framed bed in a crappy lit room with no widows, in the middle of who knows where. This can't be happening. I am a professional fighter, I know how to defend myself and those I care about, but yet here I am. How pathetic. The one time I should be able to take of myself, and I can't.

"You think this is love?" I ask the clearly delusional man sitting on the other side of the room.

"You just need some time and help to see that we're in love Vi. Don't fight it." He shrugs, sitting there like this is an everyday occurrence. Maybe in his world it is.

"People will come looking for me." I say with more confidence than I feel.

"I know." He says as he stands and pulls my bag from the back of the chair. "Your phone has been going off." He shows me the lock screen with text after text.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I ask, there's way too many texts to have only been out for a few hours.

"It's been a few days." Days. The word echoes in my mind. "I've been responding, but she's beginning to ask questions I don't know how to answer. How should I respond about Lina?" He asks as he sits once again in the chair.

"Tell her that Lina is good, just tired." I watch as he types. "I'm assuming you changed my password while I was out?" He looks at me and smiles. If he weren't crazy and holding me captive, he would almost be attractive with that action.

"You always were smart. I took so many classes I didn't need to just to see you." The confusion must be written on my face as he continues. "I found out what university you were studying at and transferred. I sat in the back normally and just watched you. I waited, hoping you'd notice me, but you never did. Then news got out that you were pregnant." He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the same time.

"You could've said hi." I say.

"I could've, but I knew you needed space after that asshole Levi hurt you. He left you pregnant and alone. I am willing to look past your sons parentage and adopt him once we're married. We can be a family. I'll, of course, expect more children from you than just the one." This can't be happening. All because I decided to run from my problem rather than face Levi after our disaster of a date. This man, however, is crazy.

"I've had many things I want to do, but being an episode of Dateline isn't one of them, Jake." I say as I yank on the chains around my wrists while slamping my foot down on the excess chain, allowing for extra force to break my hands free.

Dislocating my thumbs wasn't one of the things I ever wanted to do either, but I have to do what I need to to get out of here. Pain radiates through my hands and wrists. The metal as it slipped over my hands, dislocating my thumbs and tearing skin. Blood drips to the floor from my fingertips as I move towards the man who now stands between me and my way out.