Chapter Fifty Eight
Raleigh
Even though he has shown himself to me, Brady still keeps me locked in the bedroom. I guess he doesn’t trust me not to try to escape again and to be honest, I probably would.
As I think this, I tug on the cuff clasped around my wrist and the headboard that’s keeping me locked in place.
After he left, I ended up crying myself to sleep and when I woke up, the handcuff was strapped to my wrist and Brady was nowhere to be seen.
He ended up leaving me alone all the rest of that day and the next. I had started to think that maybe he was going to leave me alone and was just beginning to stop jumping at every creak that the house made, or every time I heard someone walk past the room when he decided it was time to return.
I didn’t know what to expect.
*Even though I was scared shitless that he would end up either beating or raping me again, I tried to act as though I wasn’t phased. Instead, as he stepped into the room in a pair of faded blue jeans that were slung low on his waist and a tight blue Henley that showed off his muscles, I just shot him a glare and then turned my attention towards the opposite wall.*
*“Don’t be like that,” he’d said, closing the door and locking it behind him before stepping up to the bed. “I’ve brought you some food.”*
*“And how do you suppose I eat, huh? Like a dog?” I growl, glancing at my hands that are still cuffed to the headboard.*
*Producing a key from his pocket, he made quick work of the cuffs, and began rubbing a raw spot on my wrist where the metal had ate at the skin. “Ouch!” I pulled my hand away from him, holding it against my chest, not wanting him to touch me. The injury was his fault after all. “Don’t touch me!” I snarled.*
*“Please,” Brady said gently, holding his hand out towards me. “ I brought some supplies to bandage your wrists with.”*
*Reluctantly, I gave him my wrists and watched as he bandaged them one at a time, taking care to first clean them with alcohol pads before applying some ointment, and then wrapping them with gauze.*
*“This wouldn't be necessary if you wouldn't cuff me you know?” I snark, snatching the plate of food off of the little side table that he’d set it down on when he’d begun bandaging my wrists.*
*“The cuffs wouldn’t be necessary if I knew you wouldn’t try to run again,” he shot back with a glare.*
And he did have me there.
*”Well, I wouldn’t try to run away if you hadn’t kidnapped me…” At the mention of the kidnapping, I’d hoped that he would explain but instead he changed the subject.*
*He told me that Hawthorne beat Rhydell at the Championship game, which I honestly can’t be mad about because even though my team lost, my boyfriends team won.*
*He caught me up on how things were going at school. How people have been asking about me, wondering where I am, and then some of their speculations:*
Did I have a nervous breakdown and run away?
Did Lincoln break up with me and I’m too heartbroken to leave my room, let alone my house?
And his personal favorite…
I’d been abducted and made my abductees personal sex slave.
*I rolled my eyes at that one but the way my stomach turned had my setting the sandwich back on the plate, suddenly having lost my appetite.*
* “Serenity misses you,” he’d said after several awkward moments of silence. “She walks around like someone stole her puppy. She looks like shit honestly.”*
* “Gee, I wonder why that is? Oh, I know! It’s because of you!” I shout, pissed off by his blasé attitude towards other people’s emotions.* Does he not understand basic human emotions and how people work?
*After several moments of silence, I couldn’t bear it any longer, and with my face towards my lap, I found myself blurting out the question that I longed to ask, “Why did you do it?” When he just looked at me with a confused expression, I elaborated. “Why did you take me?” I wanted to ask why he’d raped me also but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go there yet or not.*
*He reached out and began stroking a finger down my cheek and I froze, my entire body locking up. At the moment, I wasn’t sure of whether I was dealing with Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde, and to be honest, history had proven that one wrong move could end with a him beating me or worse*, again.
*When he lifted my face towards his, making me look at him and then used his thumb and swiped some food from my top lip, his eyes smoldering with want as his tongue slipped out to trail over his bottom lip as he leaned forward, my breath stuttering out, my heart racing as fear overtook me.*
*I grasped a hold of the plate, ready to defend myself if need be when he smirked and said “Because. You. Are. Mine.”*
*“No,” I shook my head back and forth and shoved away from him, needing some distance between us. “You were one of my best friends, almost like a brother to me. But that was all. You used to not be like this. What happened to you?”*
*He cackled a laugh as he closed the distance once more, “I played my part well didn’t I?” He cackled some more, a creepy grin taking over his face.*
* “But I don’t love you,” I tell him, imploring him with my eyes to actually hear me and understand. “At least, not like that. I love Lincoln!”*
“Oh, Raleigh baby, and that’s why I had to take you. I knew that I would never get you away from him, at least not without making you hate me.” He cupped my cheek, his eyes begging me to believe him as he whispered, his mouth just a hair’s breadth away, “and Raleigh baby, I really don’t want you to hate me.”*
*My breath shuddered out of me as I stayed stock still and whispered , “Then what do you want?”*
“Julia!” I shout, coming back to the present as I tug in the cuffs, hoping that she will come unlock me before I pee myself. When I don’t hear the sound of footsteps heading towards my door, I shout again, “Julia, please!”
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
