CHAPTER 92
SKYLAR POV
Bentley walked into the room casually and sat on the bed next to where I was sitting and I moved as far back away from him as I possibly could.
He just sat there staring at me, making me really nervous. Really uncomfortable.
What the fuck did he want from me?
“The guys are going to kill you when they find us.” I said.
“I never did understand the attraction with them? I mean, why would you leave your fathers home and move in with them?”
“Because they actually care about me. My father was an abusive asshole.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. So, are they just protecting you or something? Because, they weren’t doing a very good job if I was able to get to you.” He said, shaking his head and trying not to laugh at their pathetic attempt at trying to protect me.
“That’s because you caught me on the one night that I was alone.” I said.
His head quickly snapped up to look at me with a really serious look on his face.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You share a bed with them?” He asked.
“Bentley. What the hell do you want?” I asked.
“Answer the question.” He demanded, not blinking or losing eye contact.
“No.” I said, meekly.
He then stood up off the bed and he started walking from side to side of the room and I sat there watching him. My back was against the bedframe and my knees were up against my chest.
“Which one?” He asked.
“What?”
“Which one are you sleeping with?”
“Just let me go Bentley. Believe me, this isn’t going to end well for you.” I said.
“You answer the fucking question. Which one are you sleeping with?” He asked.
“All of them.” I said, barely above a whisper.
“You really are a slut. They don’t care that they are sharing you?”
I kept my head down and I wouldn’t look at him after that. I knew that he was pissed and he was going to stay that way for a long time.
He obviously didn’t think there was anything going on between me and the guys. And I was stupid enough to put my foot in it.
I am such a fucking idiot.
Bentley was ranting and raving and I heard his footsteps coming closer to me so I looked up at the last minute for him to hit me hard enough across the face that it knocked me off the side of the bed and he grabbed the loose chain on the ground that was keeping me bolted to the wall and he wrapped it around my neck.
I started gasping for air, gripping at whatever I could as I tried to get Bentley to stop.
I pulled at the chain but it wasn’t budging so I grabbed Bentley’s hands.
They were holding the chain really tight and I knew that I couldn’t stop him myself.
But he looked up at my face and something changed in him.
His face changed when he looked at me and he stopped pulling on the chain and he let it go.
He stood up so I could roll to my side and I started coughing and gasping in as much air as I possibly could.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” Bentley said, trying to touch me on the shoulder. But I cowered away from him as I was laying on my stomach now.
He didn’t say anything else. He just walked out of the room and he closed and locked the door behind him.
I wasn’t sure how long I was on the ground for but I knew that it was a long time.
When I finally sat up I moved the chain so it wasn’t near my neck and I leaned against the brick wall.
I could feel the stains on my cheeks from the tears that I refused to let him see and I looked out the window that I could see over the bed and on the other side of the room.
All I could do was hope that the guys were looking for me.
I knew that they would be able to find me. They had the resources to do it. I didn’t know how their operation fully worked, but I knew that it did.
When I stood up I sat on the bed and I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chin.
I was really scared right now. Harry has been training me for so long and I still couldn’t stop Bentley from almost killing me.
As the sun was starting to go down I heard the door open again and I looked over towards it.
Beltney walked in with a tray of food.
He didn’t say anything to me. He barely looked at me. He just left the food on the end of the bed and walked back out.
I looked at the food and no matter how delicious it actually looked, I couldn’t bring myself to eat.
I reached my hand up and I felt around my neck to feel the bruises that were left from the chain and I knew that I couldn’t eat with my throat like that.
It’s not the first time I’ve been choked. Last time I did lose consciousness.
But dad managed to stop before he killed me. He didn’t want me dead. He just wanted me to know that he could do it if he wanted to.
Bentley was different. It looked like he just snapped and that’s what made him do it. He looked really upset about what he did now.
I didn’t know why. He kidnapped me and has me locked up in a bedroom. Why else would he want me here?
Not unless he’s actually delusional enough to think that I could like him more than a friend. At least, a former friend. Because that’s all he ever was.
I was starting to worry that the guys might not get here in time.
I had to try and find my own way out of here. It wasn’t going to be easy. But I knew that I would have to try. Even if it meant playing along with his sick delusions to get him to unchain me.
I would do anything, within reason, to get the hell out of here.
I missed the guys. And my room. And the safety I felt being there.
Everything that Bentley has now taken away from me. And he was going to pay for it.
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