Wanting Her

trapping her

Isabella's POV:

"Fucking bitch." He growled under his breath, holding his bloody lip from my punch. As i hovered back away from his towering body, he grabbed locks of my hair pulling aggressively on them. I repeatedly screamed and pounded his chest with my fists as i tried to escape. "GET OFF ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Watch what i do to you ungrateful bitch." He dragged me by my hair as i cried loudly begging him to stop. Pushing me into the bathroom, i stumbled down and slammed on the floor, he sealed the door closed from behind me.

Instantly, I got up to open the bathroom door only to find it wasnt unlocking. "LET ME OUT!" I screamed, banging on the door and pushing it with all my weight. I heard a chuckle escape from the other side of the door.

"Your staying there Isabella until you learn how to behave." I heard loud movement from outside the door, so i knelt down and peeked through the tiny gap. Jack was dragging my bed to the door, barricading me inside. How long would he keep me inside here?

"GET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CANT KEEP ME LOCKED IN HERE FORVER!" My arms collided into the door again and again as i desperately pleaded with him. There was no reply, just the sound of him walking out my bedroom. Anger rose inside me as i leaned against the door taking deep breaths. There was no way i could escape from here, as there was no window just a small vent in the corner.

I dragged my weak, beaten up body into the corner and held my knees up to my chest. I started weeping uncontrollably, holding my breath to make sure Jack wouldn't hear. I had no idea if there was even a chance of escaping him anymore.

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Hours had passed and i was still here, the room slowly turning black as the sun set. My stomach grumbling filled the echoey, silent room. I was still in the same position, which was making me numb and tingly everywhere.

The familiar sound from outside startled me, as i fixed my posture. Making a loud squeaky sound, the door slowly opened as he stood there staring at me. I kept my gaze at the floor, not wanting to look at him. After everything he's done to me he expects me to be normal.

"Isabella." He whispered, attempting to comfort me. I didn't move or speak as he huffed in annoyance. In the corner of my eye, I saw him place something on the floor next to me. The sudden smell of food filled my senses, giving me a relieved sigh. "Talk to me." He whined, still standing above me.

"What jack? What? You expect me to fucking hug and make up with you after what you did. Do you not fucking see yourself right now. You killed my parents Jack. Your a murderer and psychopath." I finally bursted, hot tears streaming down my face.

Before i could look up, i jumped at the sound of the door slamming. I was left alone in the darkness once again. I looked down at the food, but the sudden urge to throw up came up, making me lose my appetite straight away. As i listened to his loud footsteps travelling out my room and down the stairs, i realised there was nothing blocking the door.

Should i escape or not? Scenarios played in my head, bad and good ones. Reaching my decision, i quietly got up reaching for the door handle. Steadily, i pushed down the handle making the door open...