Chapter 4: Mistake
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“Where am I?” I groan, moving my arm to the side.
Big mistake.
Pain shoots through my system like none other, causing a whimper to escape my lips. I slowly push my eyelids open.
Staring at the white ceiling above, my eyebrows pinch together as my lips curl up in confusion.
Where am I?
My neck stretches as I move slightly, causing another pain to shoot through my system.
Sir Martins.
The ambush.
Honey eyed man.
The woods.
The torture.
A nasty groan leaves my lips as I take in my surroundings. The room is well lit and filled with everything almost pink.
The small couch to the other side of the room is pure pink, the rug on the tiled floor is deep pink. The sheets ruffle around me, the light shade of pink ruffling around me.
My lips curl up in a little smile. Did Mr kidnapper make me comfortable on purpose?
Has he been stalking me before taking me? I don't know if it should make me smile or not.
I can't help my lips curving into a smile either way. He is low key sweet.
What the hell am I thinking? Snap out of it.
“Hey there stranger.” My head snapped up at the unfamiliar voice.
But before I can turn the lights go off, plunging me into sudden darkness.
My breath hangs as I glance about, hands trembling as I press back into the mattress. My ears perk up, trying desperately to get any sound of noise.
The darkness transports me back into my dark days.
“You filthy w***e, get in there!!” she screamed, tugging at my hair.
Her hand tugs me forward, sending my frail body into the dark closet.
“Please!!!! I can't stay there. I hate it there please.” I scream out in tears, sending my little feet in the air as she drags me further.
“Shut up!!!” her fist meets my face as I rear backward, my lips splits open leaving trickle of red liquids in its wake.
“Please!!!” I beg, not minding the pain that shoots through my body.
My eyes suddenly snap open as light fills the room. Closing my eyes, my hands find their way into the air.
“Can't handle a little darkness?” that same voice resonates again.
My throat dries up as I turn only to see a fiery redhead standing right above my head. A scream bubbles up in my throat, but I press it down.
I refuse to fear.
“Who the hell are you?” I bark out, eyes twitching as I glare hard at her.
How dare she make me recall the past? How dare she make me suffer from my phobia?
“I am Adam's girlfriend, soon to be his wife. And I need you to keep your stinky claws off him.” she growls, lowering her head in an intimidating stance.
“Who the hell is Adam?” I growl, eyebrows furrowing together as I have no idea who she is talking about.
“The less you know the more safe you are.” she whispers then the light trip off again.
But before I can react, light trips back on. However the red head woman is gone, and my door was never even opened.
I shrink back on the bed, wanting nothing more than to disappear.
“Where the hell am I? And who the heck is she?” I murmur, sliding off the bed.
I have to leave somehow, some way. This place isn't safe despite what she says.
I can't be stupid. I need to plan, and plot carefully or else I will be caught this time I might even be killed.
I can't risk that. I need to see my papa. I know he doesn't show that he loves me, but he must love me, and I am sure he is searching for a way to find me.
And I can't keep him hurting like that. My eyes shift around the room trying to find an escape route.
A chill runs down my spine as cold air sweeps through the room. I snap my head to the source.
A window.
I scramble over to the window, not minding the little pains tipping through my system.
The window is slide-able, and it's big enough for me to fit through. My head darts through the window, peeking outside only to gasp.
The wall has nothing to hold on to, and it's about four storeys up. Too high to jump.
I snap my head back inside as soon as I hear the faint sound of approaching footsteps.
Huddling between the sheets after carefully shutting the door. I closed my eyes to make it seem like I was still unconscious.
“You don't fool me, get up.” tingles spread around my body as his deep voice resonates through the room.
My cheek turns into a pink hue as I rise up from the bed, turning to stare at him
“What do you want?” I ask, plastering one of my many heart stopping smiles.
Instead of melting he growls, glaring hard at me as a snarl escapes his lips.
“Wipe that disgusting smile off your lips.” he barks, taking a step forward.
“Do you have any issues with my happiness?” I growl, placing my arms under my boobs.
“Happiness? You don't feel happiness. All that is in that heart is deep darkness that you try so hard to cover up. But I see you.” he snarls, honey eyes staring daggers into my soul.
I recoil from his gaze, moving my feet up as I curl into a ball.
He is right, all I ever do is smile through the pain. I tell myself countless times that if I fake it enough it will become real.
“Go away.” I bark, blinking back tears.
I refuse to cry. Not over any stupid words he says.
“Ahhh!!!” I scream out as he yanks me away from the bed.
“Not when I want something from you.” he growls
Fingers laced tightly in my hair, tugging me down. He tugs on his pants, pulling at the belt.
My eyes widen in realisation at what he is about to do.
“NO!!” I thrash in his hold, refusing to accept.
My heart pounds loudly as tears sting my eyes, “You don't get a say.” he barks.
So fast his other hand wraps around my dress as the sharp sound of tearing fills the air.
“NO!!!”
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