Threatening (Chapter-9)

I was frustrated and fed up with trying to protect myself. I had to look over my shoulder each passing second of the day and it was becoming repetitive.

"What do you mean I can only help myself? I don't understand." I shook my head from side to side slowly stepping back again. 

"Only you know that answer." He smirked and I rolled my eyes. I managed to find the strength to speak up. 

"No, I don't. You're talking in riddles! I don't understand what you are talking about."

Anger was surging through my body mixed with adrenaline. He was seeing it as a game, but I couldn't figure him out. 

"Yes, you do." He smiled and this is where I went into attack mode. 

"Do I? No. I don't think that I do. You wouldn't understand that because you are fucked up in the head."

His eyes changed from playful to a deathly glare within seconds. He launched forwards and yanked his gun from the back of his jeans. 

"Say that again." I shook my head as I burst out into tears. He pushed his gun against my temple. I was tired and afraid of him. All I wanted to do was go back to my other life. It was easier than living with a psychopath. I couldn't trust him or begin to know the reasons why he was so aggressive lashing out all of the time. My body went from being tense to relaxed. I no longer cared if he shot a bullet through my skull. After nine days of being on edge I was at that point where I didn't care if I lived to tell the story or not. I closed my eyes and allowed the boy to tell me what to do with my life. He ragged me around like every other day. He never mentioned my name and shouted out demand after demand. This specific night he made me sleep on the couch with a cuff connected to my wrist. That cuff was attached to his arm. I had to ask him if I could go to the toilet halfway through the night and once again, he lost his shit screaming at me. 

Was I comfortable? No, I was still in the red dress all while he was changed into his normal casual black clothes. He was happy, I wasn't. We were complete opposites. 

People all around the world have their very own opinions to get out of the kidnap situation I was in, so I put one of them into action. He had left his phone on the table and went for a shower. This was day ten. All the doors and windows were locked, and I saw that as my only option. I checked to make sure the coast was clear, picked up his phone and dialed 999. It didn't work so I tried 911. Again, it didn't work. I didn't know where I was, and I noticed that he didn't have an Internet connection where we were. I must admit it was lucky that he didn't have a password, not that I managed to get anywhere. He entered the living room seconds after I sat down. His phone was on the spot where it was previously. His hair was wet as he approached me slowly. I looked up at him and before I could cover my face, my lip was split open. Blood poured down my chin, my head spun around on impact. He dropped his hand down his side. The fear of him came bouncing back inside me. I couldn't get rid of it as much as I told myself that I would die within seconds. 

"I have trackers inside that phone you stupid bitch." 

Once again, I was called the name, I hated the most. I was sat in the red dress and pulled my knees up to my chest as he picked up the phone when it rang. 

"Yeah, I know. The alarm alerted me. Yeah, don't worry I know about it. This cunt isn't getting away with it." He snarled at me as the blood tickled underneath my nose. I wasn't in the mood to wipe it, so I just left it to drip down. It landed on the dress as he slammed the phone down on the table before snapping his head around to stare me out. 

"You really thought that was going to work hmm?" He threw himself down next to me before separating his legs and placing his right hand on his right leg. I flinched when he slipped his left hand down the bare skin of my right leg. I tried to move it away, but he grabbed it and forced me to lay down on the couch before holding my ticklish foot. Scratching underneath it he started talking but I was too focused on trying not to kick until I did. He let my leg go and grabbed my thigh in a painful grip. I screamed out. He laughed. I hated him at this point. . I just didn't know why. 

"You really don't know me, do you? That plan of yours was by far the best one I've seen yet. So, fucking predHe was heartless and obviously had a problem against womenictable." He laughed quietly as he laid his feet down on the table, his running shoes left a scratch behind. 

Once again, I was forced to sleep next to him on the sofa with a cuff around my wrist. I needed a shower badly but apparently that didn't matter to Darren. He wanted me to be miserable. I shouldn't have expected anything more. 

On day eleven he left me inside the house with two men. They would talk to each other saying how much of a mess I was. I sat in front of the fire with my knees up to my chest. The red dress covered my body which was rapidly losing weight. I didn't feel myself. If anything, I felt sick as I was eating one meal a day. Darren did say that he was giving me what I always gave myself, but I was trying hard before he took me to get my appetite back. I heard the door and footsteps, but I didn't look back. I just sat there staring at the wood inside the fire that wasn't burning. 

"You not going to say hi?" He asked and I glanced over my shoulder through half opened tired eyes. 

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