Owned By My Step Brother

Chapter 15 - The Escape

Alice’s Point Of View

I gasped in shock, my lower lip trembling as I felt Reynold’s hands around my neck.

I couldn’t breathe, and the fear in his eyes gripped me, making me utterly speechless.

“Don't you ever try something so stupid again,” he said firmly, his voice deep and hoarse.

“Something like what? Trying to speak to my own mother?” I asked defiantly, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

Something flickered in his eyes, and for a while, he was silent. But when he finally spoke, I wished he hadn’t.

“I don’t care, I own you,” he said bluntly, scanning my body with his eyes once again.

He took my lips in a fierce kiss, his hand still on my neck, pushing me against the wall.

All my fear melted into passion and desire as his hands roamed my body, making me feel ways I had never imagined.

“Don't make me miss this again,” he managed to say, his voice strained.

My body had always betrayed me when it came to him, but the shameless whimper that escaped my lips when he took one of my breasts into his mouth was the climax.

He had taken everything from me, my freedom, my family, and now my body.

“Stop,” I managed to say firmly, pushing him away with all the force I could muster.

He looked confused but didn't speak. I had forgotten that I was at his mercy and he could hurt me if he wanted to.

I closed my eyes tightly, anticipating the pain that was to come, but after about five minutes, I finally opened them.

To find an empty room and my clothes still lying on the bed.

“Thank goodness,” I whispered softly, as I hurried to the bathroom.

I showered very fast, expecting him to barge in at any time, but he didn’t.

Even with that, my heart was still not at rest.

Hurrying to put on my clothes, I sat still, alert, with my eyes fixed on the door. I wasn't ready to take any chances.

My eyes began to weaken, my focus faltering as I waited hours on end for something that never happened.

“He is not coming,” I reassured myself, as I lay down to sleep.

I breathe a sigh of relief mixed with disappointment because my body still craved that forbidden passion.

Even with the pain he had put me through, something in me still held on to the hope that the time we shared in his house was real.

“Eat,” a familiar voice ordered, making my eyes pop open as I jumped to my feet.

I was already cursing myself for not being alert even in a situation like this.

But when I opened my eyes, Reynolds was nowhere to be found.

I saw some food on the table and a cup of water, but nothing and no one else.

There was a note on the table, just under the cup of water.

“Eat quickly, I will be back,” It read, making my hands vibrate as I attempted to drop it where I found it.

A mixture of pain and dread engulfed my mind. Although I was very hungry, I couldn’t eat.

“What does he want this time?” I wondered anxiously, running my hand through my hair.

The panic did not stop but intensified with every passing second. Soon I was pacing about, biting my bottom lip, and plotting ways to escape.

The food had gone cold, left untouched for hours, but still Reynolds didn't come. I knew better. The last time I had slept off, he came like a thief in the night.

“I’m not going to let that happen again. I must stay awake,” I cautioned myself, yawning in exhaustion.

As night began to fall, my anxiety got worse, and I began to think of possibilities and search the room for an escape route.

“I have to get out of here,” I muttered anxiously, a new resolve forming in my mind.

I was going to escape no matter the cost.

My best bet was to leave this house and go back to mine, at least for now.

My hands shook as I grappled the door handle and twisted it.

To my utter shock, it opened easily; the door had not been locked at all; it was just jammed closed.

‘I have to get out of here,” I repeated solemnly, almost like a prayer.

In that moment, I finally made the decision to take this chance at escape.

I looked at the white strapless gown Reynold had made me wear and back at my old clothes.

I was wearing a set of black jeans and a blood-stained light blue shirt.

I tore the silt of the white gown higher and tied it up, put on the set of black jeans, and took my chance.

“You can do this, Alice,” I assured myself, taking deep breaths as I continued to run.

Thankfully, I had lived in this house as a child, I knew all the hidden paths, and I took them.

One particular path included passing through an overgrown rose garden that my dad used to take care of; my mom had abandoned it soon after his death.

“s**t…shit…shit!!!” I whispered in frustration as I held my leg in pain.

One of the rose thorns had prickled my leg, despite all my careful attempts to avoid them, causing me to bleed.

It wasn't a big injury, but the pain felt like a stab to the chest.

“You need to get going,” I reminded myself, as I tore a piece of my already torn gown, tying it around my ankle.

A tear escaped from my eyes as I limped towards the gate of my mom’s house.

This house was my childhood sanctuary, but now it had become a cage I needed to escape from.

To make matters worse, I still didn't know if my mom was fine or not. I felt like a failure for abandoning her, but I needed to escape first before I could help her.

Pushing those thoughts to the side, I reached for the gate, opened it, and quietly stepped out.

“Where are you going?” His voice thundered behind me as I dashed into the wind, not looking back.