Something very vital that is just out of my reach.I hear footsteps at a distance that I can't judge from my position, bound on this metal chair, but it is clear that it is someone walking by. I can't mistake the rhythmic sound of hard boots slamming on the cement floor."Is someone there?" I yell, but the sound comes out pathetic. Low and weak. My throat is parched. I am tired and I am scared.I have just been kidnapped. I don't know what to think. My best friend betrayed me. My heart lies in a million shattered pieces at the bottom of my stomach.The footsteps stop. Then it starts moving again, but by the faint sound of each step, I can tell it is receding instead of coming towards me. I clear my throat and open my mouth."Hello! Who is there! Help! Hello!" My voice echoes back at me emptily. Whoever it was is gone. I sag dejectedly into the uncomfortable metal chair. My body heat has warmed it to a point, but my back is bent at an angle that makes my whole body hurt. I don't know h
"He promised he wasn't going to hurt you." Ashley whispers amidst her tears, pathetically. "Well, no shit." I scoff sarcastically. Was she even really my friend all this while? Have I just been blind and held onto a bond that was never there in the first place? "Did you even consider me as your best friend? Your sister? Was that all just talk? How long have you hated me for?" My heart breaks at the thought. It feels like someone took an iron fist and started squeezing the organ. It hurts like madness. It takes my breath away. It mellows my anger for a bit. "No! Please, Amelia, No. I never hated you. I don't hate you. You are my best friend, Amelia, I love you. I can't even ask for forgiveness because this is unforgivable, but please don't question our years together. I never once faked my love for you." "Then what the fuck do you call this! How do you explain this!" I yell, craning my neck around, ignoring the pain at the base of my skull as I bend, I can't see anything clearly b
Our classmates might not believe this if I told them. He was able to deceive Ashley for fuck's sake. My best friend. People in his everyday life who have not witnessed this part of him wouldn't believe it. "Well fuck. Open your mouth." Tyler says and pours the lukewarm content of the bottle on my face, I don't have a choice other than to open my mouth else the water goes down my nose. His face has a maniacal glint to it as he watches me struggle with drinking the water pouring down my face. It is all I can do to not cry. It is over in a moment. I swallow the water and surprisingly, feel better. If only by a fraction. Tyler walks away and I remember Ashley behind me. "Wait, please. Ashley. She needs it." I am unable to say more. I guess I am still numb but he stops and looks back at me. He looks past me and scoffs. He walks off to the window and drops the bottle of water so it spills. I watch this with a crazed kind of terror. I am mad at Ashley and all, but I know she is in a worse
The shock of the stinging blow to the face burns more than the physical pain. He hit me below my chin, and I taste the blood on my tongue, I feel my molars tug loose with the abrupt force. I can't even scream. I can't even bring my hand up to touch or at least soothe the stinging spot. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I am dazed. I blink at him. It is like looking at a whole new person. I knew he was capable and willing to hurt me physically, to assault me if he felt like it, but to actually be on the receiving end of that idea is beyond terrifying. It is not the pain or discomfort of it but absolute humiliation. To be reduced to this and for what? Anger, along with hurt, stirs in the pit of my stomach. He sees the fire come alive in my eyes and smirks at me, tongue out, ugly as fuck. In the dark, we watch eachother for a beat. Then I look away. Because it is useless. He has the upper hand here. I still don't know my standing in this situation. Does he consider me disposabl
"I need you to answer me when I ask you a question. That is the only way for this to work. Do you understand?" Tyler leans forward. His eyes have a crazed glint to them in the dark that scares me out of my senses, I will do anything he asks. Just to avoid his wrath. I nod frantically. He shakes his head at me disappointedly. Somehow, I understand what he is asking of me, so I open my mouth and say, "Yes, I understand. I am sorry." He raises an amused brow at me, and I add again, "No, I don't know what kind of person Linc was before my mother married him." I say. He leans back in his chair, a twisted pleased look on his face. I feel nauseated. "He was a piece of shit. An asshole. He belonged to this group of friends who got off on being wild reckless idiots. Rich spoilt kids who got away with anything and everything. Late night parties. Getting high. Alcohol. Hard drugs. Women. The whole thing." Tyler folds his hands over his chest. He looks normal for a second, and the lapse in hi
"No." I say quietly. Even though I knew exactly what he was talking about. Kathryn didn't care much about me either. Though she was present in my life, it would have probably done me much good if she simply wasn't. But I can't tell Tyler that. He doesn't care. He can only see himself. He scoffs at me, "Of course." Then he kicks the chair back and gets up. Dread fills me up and I cower back, away from his looming figure. I am totally at his mercy and I don't want to find out how far he can go if he wants to. The thought makes my stomach go sour. "Well, that is enough story for tonight. You should try to get some sleep. You have got a long day ahead of you. We are going to call our dear daddy early morning tomorrow." He sneers at the word 'daddy' making it sound as impure and ugly as possible. Making sure I get his double meaning. He turns around and my panic bubbles out of me in a desperate cry."Tyler! Please, at least, untie me. I am very uncomfortable. I can't spend the night li
I love her. God. I am in love with her. She had told me she loved me one time after a session of passionate love making and I cowardly avoided the topic. Till now. Till this. And now I don't know if I am ever going to see her again. I glare at the sunlight forcing itself into the den, splashing across my face, the alcohol has numbed me to a stupor where nothing matters but Amelia. My head hurts with a terrible migraine and everything makes me sngry. I am painfully aware of the fact that the more hours that passed, the more danger she might be in. The more volatile the situation becomes. And it is all my fault. I don't know if I will ever forgive myself if anything happens to Amelia. Hernandez walks into the den from somewhere beyond my limited line of sight and I eye him angrily. It is good that he is a top professional, else I don't know how he put up with my violent outbursts. I would be embarrassed if I wasn't too drunk. "Mr. Dmitri. Good morning." He says, taking his seat on t
"12:20p.m." He says without glancing at his wristwatch. It takes me a moment to understand what that means. I jump off the couch, but it is too much motion for my hungover brain, and I sway on the balls of my feet for a moment. I run a hand through my hair, and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds. Till the world stops swaying beneath my feet. "Report on what I asked you to do." I say firmly after a moment where I catch my head. I need an aspirin. But I will go get it later. "She is here." Hernandez says coolly, I nod and look at my phone, no missed calls from any unknown numbers. I check the answering machine, nothing. "Okay, good. Send her in in ten minutes." I say and turn around, heading upstairs to my room. I need to put myself together. Enough of this show of weakness. I think I have an odd idea of what this is about and whilst I would hate to confirm it, it is inevitable. I always knew my past would come back to bite me in the ass in some way over the years and I looked fo