Sweet Revenge

#3

Aubreys POV:

It has been 3 days now since I have been missing and the only reason I know that is because of the alarm clock perched upon the TV stand in the lounge room. 3 days since I have seen Briar, 3 days since I was free. I'm having trouble understanding why me, why I was the unlucky one. Harry has hardly spoken to me, but has been cooking me breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I have searched this house top to bottom to find a way out, and have had no luck. I don't know this man and I don't intend to. I grab the remote from next to me to find something to watch. My eyes land on The Office and I smile, clicking on that one. I grab the blanket from the basket next to the couch and spread it across my body. "Cold are we?" I jump, not realising Harry was right behind me. I don't say anything as I have been trying not to make conversation with my kidnapper. I need to leave this place as soon as possible, I cant bear the thought of Briars family stressing about me. They shouldn't need too, I have always tried my best in school and work as much as possible to save for my own apartment, I don't do drugs, I don't skip school. "You know the more you ignore me, the more I am going to speak to you" he tells me as he walks to the front of the couch and plops himself down besides me.

I sigh and turn to him, I notice how his hair is tied back today and he is wearing a plain white shirt that really shows off his tattoos. "Why should I have to speak to you? You kidnapped me psycho" I knew that I shouldn't have spoken to him like that because I don't know who he is or what the fuck he is even capable of considering he kidnapped me.  I begin to regret what I just said as I see his eye twitch and his arm tense up, before I know it I am shoved down on to the couch and he is on top of me. My breath is taken from me when his hand wraps around my neck, I peer up at him and take in his features. His eyebrows are creased and his eyes are dark, darker than usual. "You don't fucking speak to me like that, or so help me you will never see Briars family again, you understand me?" He angrily whispers. I whimper underneath him, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" I apologise, I mean I'm not sorry but he sure as hell isn't going to know that, I don't want to end up dead. 

He smirks and moves the hair that has fallen in front of my face, "a pretty girl like you should follow my rules or else you will find yourself deeply regretting your entire life" I gulp and slowly nod as I feel him move off of me. "Come with me" he instructs, he helps me up from the couch and leads me towards the back door, my eyes widen in confusion as he pushes open the door and guides me out. I see a picnic table near the fence and a back gate. I continue to look around and notice his random patch of flowers in the back corner, this doesn't feel right. He leads me to the table and sits down, ushering for me to sit. "Oh Aubrey, I have had my eyes on you for quite a while, I often dreamt of you reading your books out here whilst the sun is shining, now you are finally here" I remain silent as my heart begins to race. "You were made for me and only me, and you need to understand that you will never leave me, this will be a new life for you, for us and you have to accept that." Is this man on drugs? He sounds like a legitimate psychopath and I cant help but wonder if this man has ever been in prison. 

I try to hold the tears back, I don't want Harry getting angry at me, I need him to gain my trust. "What is so special about me? I am only 19" How did this man even find me, and how long has been watching me?" "What isn't special about you sweetheart? And darling I am only 25." I gulp and continue to look around the garden, everything was so clean but the flowers in the corner were really throwing me off. "Hey, don't ignore me when I ask you a question" I hear the angriness in his tone and quickly bound off the picnic table without a second thought, my body is sprinting back in to the house. I can hear him close behind me so I slam the door shut behind me, why am I running? I am a fucking idiot. I hear him grunt and know he is definitely not going to be happy. I run towards the front door and try to pry it open but with no luck I turn on my heels and make my way upstairs, it all happens to quickly I don't even feel his hands around my waist till my whole body is being thrown back and into his chest. His grip on my waist begins to throb but I try to pry my way out of his grip. "You are so fucking disrespectful" he spins me around and grabs the back of my head and yanks at my hair so my head is tilted back. He keeps tugging so I am laying on my back against the stairs, and he is hovered above me.

"You're like a tiny little lamb darling, so timid and frightened, I can be a terrifying man Aubrey, you don't want to see that side of me, yet you keep pushing my fucking buttons and I'm definitely starting to get there." I whimper at the pain of my hair being pulled and his hot breath against my face. He was so close to my face, I have to remember to breathe. "Please don't hurt me, I promise I won't try anything again" he chuckles and shakes his head. His hand goes up to push his hair out of his eyes and he glares down at me, "sweetheart you won't try anything again, and I can promise you that" my head tilts in confusion. His hands wrap tightly around my arm as he pulls me and leads me upstairs and to the room down the end of the hallway, the room I haven't been able to get into. My throat becomes dry as I begin to imagine all of the things that could be behind this door. 

I really am in deep shit now.

So sorry for the wait guys, this isn't a big chapter but ahhhh ily and enjoyyyyy