Princess to Prisoner

Get the Message

I ran and tried to grab the door before he shut it. I wasn't fast enough. I heard it lock. "Antonio! You Bastard! You let me out of here right now!" I scream while banging on the door. Grabing the tray of food I threw it at the door. "Theres your f*****g food asshole!"

I fell to the floor. Trying to wrap my head around what just happened. This whole time! Everything was because of him! I can't believe I was so stupid! I thought he really loved me.

I went to my laptop, I was going to send Aunt Anna an email. Tell her everything. They will save me. When I turned it on. No network. I didn't even have a phone, everyone was worried I would be tracked with it. "Fuuuuuck yoooouuu!" I scream as loud as I could.

I go to the balcony to see if I could find a way down. It was only 2 stories high so If I could just find a way down. I can get help. I know Im pregnant. Thanks to Antonio, I am still in good shape and fit.

I see only one way I maybe able to get down. But where will I go. I need to call my Uncle. If I could just get a message out to him. He will find me. I was about to climb over the railing when I rememberes what Missy told me about Jax. I knew I was only going to get one shot at this, so I needed to clear my head, and think this through. I will get out.

I laid in bed remembering all the mistakes she made and told me about. I felt terrible for her. The life she had. She was still so sweet, and kind. I was really missing her now. And would give up everything just to see her again.

Jax would never have let me leave without checking up on me. He Didn't trust anyone. Except for me.

Uncle D thinks he is untouchable. He really was. Until Antonio came in the picture. I think he felt like he couldn't even save his own son, daughter and grandchild, how would he keep me safe. If only he knew.

Remembering the storys from Missy. I knew I had to play nice. See what his plans are, and figure it out from there. I'm not on a boat in the middle of water. He isn't going to hurt me. Not physically anyways. I'm carrying his baby. Thats all he cares about.

I hear the door unlock. I feel the hate, and anger building up inside me. It takes all I have in me not to yell, or scream. "I'm so sorry Antonio." I say as I sit up.

He sets down a tray of food "Eat" is all he says as he leaves the room.

I was starving at this point. I know I needed to eat. I really just couldn't. I took the food and flushed it. Looking at the clock seeing how long before he came back in. I was going to time everything.

He gave me 34 minutes, before coming back in. He brought me my prenatal vitamins and watched me take them. He didn't talk, so I didn't talk. I was glad, because I knew I would say the wrong thing. He walked out.

I was up all night and couldn't sleep.

The next morning Antonio brought me breakfast. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

I knew he didn't mean me. He didn't care. It was to know if anything was wrong with the baby.

"Fine" is all I said. Keeping it as short as I can. My face had more words then I let my mouth say.

He left the room. Coming back in 37 minutes later this time. To make sure I ate.

"Get dressed we are going to the gym." Is all he says to me.

I do what he says. Putting on a work out outfit. He hild my hand and leads me to the gym. On the way down, I am looking at everything now. The phones, computers, the doors.

He tries to tell me what to do. He is being unrealistic with his demands. I really am so tired, I don't have the energy, even if I tried at this point. However I also want to seem weaker then I am. "I... Didn't get much sleep... I really am tired..." I said calmly and as sweet as I can.

"Lets go then. Get to to it." He demands.

I pretend to give it my all, but really I wasn't even trying. I was to tired for this.

"You are pathetic" he says, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying." I said looking down and pretending that he hurt my feelings.

"Did you sleep?" He snarled at me.

"I really did try, the baby just kept moving and wouldn't let me." Trying to come up with a safe reason.

"Probably because you only care about yourself." He snapped back.

Just then I started feeling really dizzy. I could feel me going down. My body felt weak, and my eyes couldn't focus. Everything was going fuzzy. I didn't want to hit ground. "H..hel..p..." I said. Trying to safely find away to sit on the floor. Everything went dark.

"Kristy, what the f**k is wrong with you?! Wake up!" He yells and is hitting the sides of my face waking me up.

I open my eyes and push him away from me. "I'm fine. Don't touch me!"

"Obviously you're not fine. Drink this!" He demands handing me some water.

I take a few sips and he helps me up and back to my bedroom. I needed to sleep. That was not my plan. Damn it! I didn't fight myself on sleep. So I went to sleep.

The next few days, he didn't force me to work out. He was still very cold with me. Monitoring everything I ate and drank. Now watching me, making sure I wasn't lying about it. I was still planning how I was going to get away.

When Antonio came into my room to watch me eat breakfast I asked "C...can I go swimming today?" I needed to see where I was going to go after I climbed down. Find the safest way out.

"After you eat I will take you out there." He said.

I knew if I asked he would be fine with it, as I know he wants me to exercise for the baby.

I ate and got ready to go swimming. He takes me to the pool. From this view I can see that I can climb down. It doesn't seem like it will be that hard either. There really isn't anywhere to run though. Its all open, he will see me. Then I got it. I figured out my plan.

When I was done swimming, he escorted me back to my room. Tonight is going to be the night. I'm not going to escape either. I wasn't going to do any climbing. Just make it look like I did.

I knew what time and when he comes in to check on me. It had to be at night. He comes in at around 7 with dinner. Then he comes back around 9:30 to tell me to sleep. Again around midnight to make sure I am sleeping. Thats when I'm going to do it.

It felt like the longest day in the world.

Just knowing this was my one chance, and having to act normal.

Finally, he came in to tell me to go to sleep. Soon as he left. I went to the bathroom and grabed my razor. I had taken it apart already. I opened the balcony door and walked to the railing. I used the razor to dig into the railing and make a hole big enough to fit a piece of broken glass and made it look like it was sticking out.

Now I needed to make it look like I climbed down. I took my razor and sliced open my hand long ways. My adrenaline was to high for me to even think about the pain.

Collecting the blood in my hand I threw it as far as I could. Then let it drip straight down some, before making a hand print on the railing.

Then I wrapped my hand to stop the bleeding. I bled more then I thought I was going to. I couldn't let it drip onto the floor.

I left the door open to the balcony. And went to the bathroom to bandage my hand and wait for Antonio to come in and check on me. I hid behind the door and turned the light off and left it open. In hopes he didn't check in here for me. Watching through the small crack in the door.

When Antonio came in he walked to the bed. And realized I wasn't in it. "Kristy!" He yells. Looking up to see the outside door opened, he runs to it "Kristy!" He screams even louder. He must have seen the blood. "f**k!" He says as loud as he can. And runs out of the room. Without locking me in.

This is it. I take a deep breath and quietly go to his office. Yes! The door is unlocked and his phone is sitting on the desk. I grab it and dial my Uncle's number.

It rings.

"Uncle D it's me I whisper."

He quickly replies. "You are not supposed to be calli..."

I cut him off. "Shut up and listen. Antonio is Sam and he kidnapped me and won't let me go. He is trying to steel my baby. We are in Houston please find me. I gotta go, don't call back.

I hung up the phone and erased the call log.

I went back to my room and into the bathroom. So I can pretend that I was in there the whole time.

It wasn't long before he came back up to check my room again, after there not being any signs of me outside.

He opens the bathroom door. "What the f**k are you doing?! Where did you go?" He grabs my arms really hard shaking me and screams at me.

"Ow! You're hurting Antonio! Let me go! I haven't gone anywhere! What the f**k are you even talking about! I yell back at him. Pushing him away.

"I came in here and you were gone! Where did you go?!"

"Gone? I haven't gone anywhere. How could I? And if I did, how am I standing here?"

"Where did the blood come from?"

"I was feeling really nauseous so I stepped outside for fresh air. I leaned over the railing because I thought I was going to throw up. Somehow I cut my hand on something, it was bleeding alot so I came in here to clean it up. Now your standing in here yelling at me."

"You were not in here when I came to check on you." Grabing my hand moving the bandage to verify I cut my hand.

"Then were was I?" He grabs my arm and pulls me outside. To see what I cut myself on. "How did this get here?" He says pulling out the glass.

"How am I supposed to know?"

He lets go of my arm and says "go to bed."

"Ok" I say walking towards the bed. Acting as if I was confused by everything.

As soon as he left I was relieved. I could finally breathe again. I know my Uncle will find me now.