Chapter 6~ Escape

I currently look like a mess. My baggy-red eyes, bad breath, dried skin and dirty body. I've been on the floor, hugging me knees, crying nonstop. I couldn't sleep last night. How could I? When I don't know what Collins motive his. God knows what he is up to.

He has never been this way, right? or I was just the one who failed to see this side of him.

How disgusting of him to propose a date while he was cheating behind my back. Now, he keeps me locked in this room, leaving me clueless about his intentions.

My biggest fear right now is the monster I saw him turn into just yesterday and my gut feeling might be right that I'm not at all safe here. I shouldn't wait to experience it before I believe it. I should start thinking of how to escape from here and Collins.

Clara. She's the only one who can help me now. She has always helped me in difficult times so she won't stop now. At least not on such occasion.

"My phone my phone." I mutter as I look round the room. I sight it on the floor just behind the door. I don't know how it got there but it could have dropped unknowing to me. I reach for it and quickly dial Clara's number. She picks up after few seconds of ringing.

"Hey. How was the date? I didn't hear from you." She says cheerfully. Her question about the date suddenly causes more pain and I find myself brim with tears.

I sniffle. "Clara." I call out, weakly.

"Jane." She says softly and suspiciously. "What's up?"

"I need you. You need to help me." I choke on my tears.

"Where is Collins?" She switches into a worried tone.

"I'll explain everything later, Clara. For now, you need to come to get me out of here. I'm not safe."

"Ok. Ok. Uhm...where are you right now?"

"Locked in my room."

"Locked?... Just don't worry. I'll be there before you know it."

"Yes, just hurry up. I'm so scared." The room door badge open. I jump, frightened by the sound. I snap my head behind me at the door where Collins stand.

The sight of him makes me shiver in fear. My hands shake but I try to keep hold of my fone. I watch his eyes move away from me to my hand which held my phone . He looks away from it back at me with furrowed brows then he matches to me angrily and snaps it out of my hold. I try to stand and get it back from him, but before I know what's happening, the unexpected take place. He slapped me. Hard and loud enough to echoe in the room.

I look down at the floor and cry silently. I don't want to be a victim of domestic violence. Worst of all, from someone I loved, trusted and could call my family.

"How dare you!" He snapped. He squats to my level and drags my hair to force me look at him. "On whose permission did you make a call, uh?" I try to pull back and look away but he tightens his hold on my hair. "Look at me, you bitch." I raise my hand up to hold his hand on my hair, trying my best to reduce the pain as much as possible.

"I don't think I need anyone's permission to make use of my phone." My words might be fearless or daring but my shaking voice spoke a different language.

"Looks like your stay in the room gained you some guts." He twist his hand on my hair to increase the pain. I hiss as more tears flow. Why from you Collins?

Why?

"Let me go. You won't get to keep up with it."

"I won't and of course I will." He smirks. "I'll let you go. Anyways, I had no intention on keeping you. I need you no more."

A feeling of relief crowd me and I sense my happiness finding its way back. Nevertheless, the thought of Collins agreeing to let me go so willingly and easily, makes me ponder if he does have any hidden agenda.

"I'm handing you over. Your new owners are out waiting."

"Owners?" I question. I open my mouth again to say something but nothing comes out. I begin not to feel any pain from my head and just stare at Collins. Owners.

Is this what he meant by using me for money? Is he seriously trading me like a good?

""Listen here Collins. I'm not some thing or good you can trade or some toy or cloth you give out when no longer in need. I'm a human, someone's daughter, sister and a friend. This isn't how I should be treated. You also won't appreciate being treated the same way."

He stares at me blankly. After a while, he smirks and moves his face closer to mine. I pull back a bit as he bites his lips.

"You, Janet. You are nothing. Absolutely nothing, but a regret." I stare at him, short of words.

I made a mistake. It was all a mistake. Loving him, trusting him, my loyalty to him, moving in with him. It all started when I agreed to date him. He is my mistake.

When I finally regain my myself and find the appropriate words to say, I close my eyes and let the tears gathering flow. "I hate you."

"I don't care." He pulls me up by my arm and drags me. "Let's go." I struggle from his hold. I can't go with strangers. I've got a life. A life to take care of. A life to build and concentrate on after this messed up relationship with Collins.

Not one problem to the other.

My heart beat quickens. Frightened, frustrated, uneasy, unrelaxed, list it all. With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head.

He weakens but try to stay strong. That makes me give him another round and kick him to the floor. He holds his head in pain and I stare at him breathing heavily.

I decide to react quickly incase the people outside heard anything or get suspicious.

Forgetting my bags, I sneak out of the apartment. The two men dressed in all back stand before an expensive car gisting, yet obviously conscious of the environment. Seeing this, I could tell Collins was going to get hell of a fortune from trading me to them.

It's my life and I get to decide what happens in it. That will work out by escaping from those who bring no good to my life.