Vatsal Parekh (Victory Watson)

Horror Crime Thriller

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Vatsal Parekh (Victory Watson)

Horror Crime Thriller

Threatening (Chapter-5)

Threatening (Chapter-5)

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Later on, that day Darren forced me inside his black car. All the windows were black. He locked the doors so that I couldn't get out. I remember him stopping in a small village. I knew that we were in Wales, but I couldn't point it out on a map. This is when I wished that I had my phone map so that I could find out. He climbed out of his side of the car and walked around to my side. Opening the door, he took my hand in his. Slamming the door, he walked quickly with me. He wasn't going to let me go as his hand tightly held mine. It was a tight grip that made me close my eyes briefly as I gritted my teeth. I noticed that a man climbed out of the vehicle behind us. He followed closely as Darren told me to plaster a smile on my face. I didn't want to. Another man appeared from our right and Darren nodded his head at him. I was screwed. I had come up with the idea to escape when we got to our destination because it was busy where we were. He sighed and dragged me along with him. I was in my scraggy now dirty clothes that I wore the day before. My hair needed a brush because it was tatty, and my body needed a good wash. I felt rough as he looked like that all so perfect protective boyfriend who smelled nice. It was a small village that we were walking through. Busy yet it was quiet surrounded by mountains and trees. We were in the middle of nowhere as we passed a butcher on our right. 

He pulled me inside Barclays bank and the double doors closed behind us as the men waited outside in their black jeans, black tops and black jogging shoes. If I wanted to run for those doors, then I wasn't going to have a clear run. He stopped at the desk and tapped his foot as the blonde-haired woman behind a clear screen smiled. She had luscious green eyes and a bob as she sat in her baby blue uniform. I just smirked standing next to Darren. 

"I want to cash out one hundred grand and a three-month bank statement." Darren told her and her smile altered. She was staring at him in shock. She was asking the same questions as me inside her head. That was a large sum to withdraw, and I wondered why he needed it. Still, I stood there quietly. A woman looked over at me and I gave her sad eyes. Turning around I glanced over my shoulder and found that she was still looking at me. I clenched my hand three times, a signal to tell people that you're in trouble. I hoped that she would have seen it but she didn't and got up to go inside the manager's office. 

"Will the bank statements have my address printed on them?" He asked suddenly and it confused me. Was he trying to hide his address from me? Possibly. I wouldn't be able to leave anyway. He's made that pretty obvious from where I am standing looking at the rounds of men arriving outside the double sliding glass doors. 

"Yes, is there a problem with your address being on the three statements." The lady smiled trying to be kind as Darren slid his bank card across the desk to her. 

"No. I don't want it on there." 

"Unfortunately we can't do that." The woman shrugged and Darren sighed. He was frustrated. 

"Who says?" 

"The bank."

"One moment love." He held his finger up as she swiped his card off the side. Pulling his Samsung phone out of his pocket he answered. 

"No Dad I'm not going to do that. I don't give a shit if you want me to do that. My brother isn't getting any of the ninety thousand pounds I have in the second account. He wouldn't buy me a pair of shoes so why should I be kind and go here you are, you may have that. Fuck off! No. He can go to the main estate and collect it from the bank there. Tell that stupid bitch she can take her own contract back. I don't want it. I'm getting my three month bank statement to cancel it and transfer it over. The contract doesn't belong to me so good riddance." He stood there listening silently before snapping. 

"I'm not paying a five hundred thousand dollar mortgage for that bitch! I told her to buy it out with cash but she was more interested in fucking picture frames. I, don't, give, two, shits." He shouted and I jumped on the spot. 

"Here you go Sir." The woman passed Darren his card back and he nodded. 

"Thanks love."

"Tell the stupid bitch to go and swim with the tadpoles. It's a shame her mother didn't swallow her when she was created. I AM BUSY!" He shouted out loud and the customers were laughing as I stood there awkwardly. Many of the customers in line were talking about Darren's conversation. 

"Yes, I am doing something which is more important. No, why should I fucking tell you huh? Not that you would approve. I asked myself as he gripped my hand tighter. There again, you might. You are my donor after all."

Did he really just say that? I just wanted him to let go at this point. He was hurting me and I wanted to cry but I breathed in and out slowly while he went on a rant. 

"I will be a moment Sir. If you could take a seat while I sort this out for you."

"Sure. Cheers love." 

Darren pulled me and I didn't move quick enough. He walked me behind a wall.

"One second Dad." He told his Dad on the phone before bending down so that his lips were touching my left ear. 

"Walk when I walk. Don't fucking speak and behave. Don't even make eye contact with anyone in here." 

I nodded my head as he whisper shouted in my ear through clamped teeth. It was obvious that he had anger issues and I was his main target. My tears began to fall. 

"Yes Dad. Yes it is, you got a problem with that?" He snarled at me. Nobody had ever looked at me the way that he did. Enemies included. 

"I don't care. She's with me and that is that. Don't question me. My choice." 

He squinted his eyes at me and my eyes darted to the floor. I was intimidated by him as he ragged me with him. I walked quickly as Darren glanced over at the door. Pulling his phone away from his ear, he gave a hand signal to the men before guiding me over to the seat and sitting down next to me with his hand still wrapped around mine. I couldn't move. A man looked in our direction and I made sure that I stared at him through wet eyes. He didn't notice the trouble that I was in either. I felt unwanted. Nobody cared. 


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