It's been a week since the horrific night and since then every day felt like a struggle for me to sleep, to wake up to do anything for that matter. I craved his touch, his presence I wanted my teddy.
I came out of my thoughts as I heard knocking on the door and Duncan's soothing voice on the other end.
“ baby girl, please open the door ” he begged. Every day he came up to my door begging me to open the door, or at least eat something. He tried negotiating with me, but I was stern about my decision I never even responded. He even promised to get my friends to meet me.
After a while of trying and failing he would rest against my door falling asleep and walking away after a while.
He never let me sleep alone at night, though it meant he had to sleep on the cold hard floor next to my door.
I have never felt this miserable in my entire life, gosh I cursed and wished every day that I did not see what I saw or hoped I would forget that part so that I could go back to living normally with my teddy.
Every day I had a debate with myself whether to try and escape or stay the same way. Finally deciding to escape I drafted a plan, every day I watched Duncan leave the house and marked the time and how long it took for him to come.
So after ten minutes of Duncan leaving the house, I opened the door walking towards the kitchen first two days, the guards stationed at my door followed me close behind, getting annoyed and knowing I wouldn't be able to formulate my plan if they followed me I blackmailed them about telling their boss they wouldn't allow me to eat.
Scared about the consequences they would have to face they stopped following, I felt like a bitch but the look on their face was worth it, looking at such strong men scared was weirdly satisfying.
So like every other day today, I watched through the window as Duncan left the house. Quickly I changed into my joggers, I wore my bag on the front side and a black hoodie over it which had large pockets that could easily fit anything into it, wearing on my jogging shoes. I prepared myself to escape. I closed my eyes telling a small prayer. I opened the door walking out casually. As if I wasn't going to escape today. The guards looked at me I just smiled at them. I headed towards the kitchen, I opened the fridge, pulling my hoodie forward I opened my bag filling it with food and few bottles of water I immediately closed the zip setting my hoodie properly. I looked around seeing that the guards weren't looking I tiptoed walking towards the door, I opened it shutting the door locking it so that the guards wouldn't follow me.
I smiled out in relief as I inhaled the fresh, cold winter air, it felt like freedom.
I quickly pulled out the bag from under the hoodie, carrying it on my back, I looked around seeing no one, I started rushing towards the main road, the dried fallen leaves scrunching up under my feet, making loud noises in the quiet surroundings. As I made my way to the road, a car pulled over, the bright headlights blinding me.
My mouth widened as Duncan walked out of it “ baby girl? ” he questioned.
I took tiny steps backward, focusing my sole attention on him, while his attention was on me. I started sweating badly, feeling scared. I couldn't be captured again.
Duncan had a sad look on his face, taking tiny steps forward.
“ Why are you out my love ?” he questioned, standing still thinking of a valid explanation so that I wouldn't be dragged back in.
“ I uh wanted ice cream,” I said, happy with my answer I kept repeating it.
“ but there is already ice cream,” he said running his hands through his hair.
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Man in Black
عاطفيةHe would do anything to have her, love her, and protect her. For her, he could get on his knees while he had the world at his feet. For her, he lived a dual life one which he loved her the other whom the world feared. To her, he was her teddy bear. ...
