I am startled awake by someone shaking me.
“Miss, miss, are you okay?”
As I open my eyes I am met by the face of a stranger that is near about to splash water onto my face. With a somewhat pounding headache I managed to sit up straight. “What happened?”
“I think you must have passed out. I found you here laying on the floor.”
“I can’t remember that I fainted. There was a woman.”
“You were alone when I found you.”
After several minutes I finally find the strength to get up and make my way back to the table, but as I get there, Tyler is not there to be seen. Did he go looking for me? Perhaps he went to the gents. So I sit back down and slowly start to sip on a glass of water.
But several minutes pass, and Tyler does not return to the table. He should have been back already. He should not be taking so long. I have tried to phone him a few times now, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Now I am starting to get really worried.
...Tyler POV... They say that you get served what you deserve, that the stone you throw today might be the one you trip over tomorrow. I have just stumbled over my rock. If I thought that my lifestyle would never come and slap me in the face, I was a complete fool. Here I am, tied up to a chair with four people staring at me, each wanting to get their revenge on their own way. "I have been waiting for this day ever since that day you threw me out.". "I should have kicked your ass on your way out, but it seems today I might get another chance." Her face drops, now if it is real or fake, it truly does not care, but yet, "I thought what we had was special." "Well, you thought wrong." "And I guess your little whore is special?" And god, she should not have said that. "She is my wife, and you, well, you are the only whore around here." "The only whore that has a gun pointed at my face." "Oh please," I laugh at her fr
…Tyler POV… I wake up with Clara almost literally in my face, "Can't you stand any fucking closer." "You can be glad that I am not sitting on your lap," Clara says with a wicked smile on her face. "You will have a better chance of getting a hard-on than me," I taunt her back. She gestures to Mark, and he smashes his fist into my face. "I see you playing hard now?" "Well, soft did not work." I burst out laughing at her attempt to sound far meaner than before. "What are you going to do? Punch the shit out of me and hope I fall in love with you whoring ass?" She nods at Mark, and he launches his fist into my cheek. "I can do this all night long." …Jenna POV… We cannot find Tyler. His phone is off, and there is no sign of him anywhere. Brooke firmly believes that he has been taken as the bathroom was in total disarray, and it is clear that there has been a struggle. We have just stopp
…Jenna POV… I never thought that I would see this man again. Just standing in front of him is making my skin crawl. What makes it even worse is that goddamn wicked smile that he has on his face. I know Brendan very well and what I know is that he has done something that has brought him great pleasure. Now, I find myself alone in a room with him while Brooke is trying to convince the guard to let her in. The quicker I can get this over with, the better. I never thought that I would have to come crawling for help from this monster. It seems that as far as I go, I am just collecting them. Am I truly such a bad woman that I turn men into this? God knows I have already ruined Tyler’s life; we still don’t know how much the shot to his head has affected his brain function. And now, the man is somewhere, and I do not even make to think that he is suffering torture. So it is with a very nervous and somewhat heavy heart that I sit across from him at the table.
How far are you willing to go to save the one you love? I am about to find out… I have just crossed the line between what is wrong and what is right. Not only am I putting my own life on the line, but I am not sure if it is going to save Tyler. But all I know is that at least I need to try. So as I drop the call, I can see Brooke and the Marshall coming back into the kitchen. Brooke looks at me with a curious frown on her face and wastes no time in asking, “What are you up to, Jenna?” I take a deep breath and try my best not to break eye contact, “Nothing. I just phoned Sandra to give her an update.” She only but shakes her head and raises the pitch of her voice, “Please do not tell anyone about this. Why can’t risk it getting out to the papers.” I immediately snap back at her, “Sandra is a friend. She will not tell anyone.” With that, I spin on my heels and grab my car keys, but before I can even step out the door, Brooke is i
…Tyler POV… They say that life flashes before your eyes when you are near death. I might not be near death, but something has just flashed before my eyes. I can see as Brooke is knocked backward, Clara has just shot her in the shoulder. I can see her cringe as she tries to get back on her knees. But Clara’s gun is still drawn on her. Without even hesitating another moment, I watch in slow motion as Brooke squeezes the trigger of her Ruger. In less than two seconds, Clara drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. She immediately comes rushing over to me while the Marshall is busy untying the ropes at my hands and feet. I can only see tears that are streaming down her face as she comes to a stand in front of me, “Fuck you gave me a fright. Can you stop getting your ass into trouble?” I burst out in laughter as I clench at my ribs. As I slowly rise from the chair, I can see them placing Mark in a black body bag. Well, this is not the way I wanted this day to g
…Jenna POV… They ask why, why does a woman stay with a man that hurts her, physically hurts her? When does one blue eye become too much? One broken lip, one too many. When does hiding the bruises become impossible? When is enough really enough? So here I am staring at myself in the mirror, and looking back is a shadow of a woman, a woman that I used to be. Not only am I a shadow, but I have a shadow under my eye. I would like to think that it was an accident, but the truth is that this is not the first time. He has done this before, and I know if I push him far enough that he will do it again. I get that he gets really angry, especially when he starts to drink a lot; I am sure he does not mean to be this type of an. So I have to ask myself, why did I do it? Why did I exchange a perfect life for this one? The answer is simple; it is to save the real love of my life, Tyle
…Tyler POV… I don’t know where Jenna is. I know, or should I rather say, I suspect that she is with Brendan. I don’t know what she has done, but she got him out of prison, and she left with him. I did not suspect that he was behind this whole kidnapping with Mark, but I am starting to now. From what we understand is that Brendan must have told Mark where to find Jenna, not knowing that we moved, then he came across Clara. The whole incident with Luke is still so fresh in my mind, and now the very same thing happens. It seems that all the men in her life are a bunch of fucking monsters. Now, she did phone me from a number that I am now assuming is Brendan’s, but as I am calling it back, all it is doing is but ring. The more and more it is going unanswered, the angrier I become. My head is pounding like a bitch where I not only have my wound but where I have pounded on like a piece of meat. There is another slight problem, though, that I
…Jenna POV… I look at myself in the mirror while holding my hand over my stomach. Tears start to roll from my eyes and run down my cheeks. I can see the tiniest of bump, but it is this little bump that will bring me and the real man I love back together. But I pray, and god, do I pray that our little bump is still okay. And so do I pray that he is still too. But I fear that Brendan has not grown white-hot from anger again. He just got off the phone speaking to Tyler. I don’t understand why he speaks to him, but when I do, all I get is smacked around. Though something else now has him in a flat spin as he is worriedly speaking to someone on the phone where he is sitting in the lounge. Then all of a sudden, I hear him smashing what I assume is the phone on the kitchen counter. He is about to come in here, and god, I cannot take it if he hits me again. But he only comes in walking and looks at me where I am lying on the bed. “Get read; we