Until She Was Gone

Chapter 40 | to my past

Sylvia's PoV

When I blinked open my eyes to the darkness, my nose was still reeling from the horrible stench that had been shoved under it. I gagged, all the memories flooding back.

 I quickly took a look around, my first instinct to get to know the surrounding. My eyes darted from every corner to every wall. 

The walls were small, made of metal. The roof was also small, closer than I expected it to be. There were wooden crates and boxes stuffed around the corners.

It seemed like I was in the middle of a warehouse.

I breathed in and out deeply to control my panic. The fact that the person who murdered my mother also kidnapped me and trapped me in some old warehouse wasn't a very joyous one.

But this time, I wasn't going to break down. I wasn't going to show my weakness to him. I wouldn't let him destroy me once again.

I moved myself slightly to find out how I was bound here. Because, obviously he wouldn't just leave me free.

My question was answered as my hands didn't budge from my back. When I craned my head painfully to look, I found out that they were tied up to some random pole in the center of the warehouse.

I grit my teeth harder. There was no point in trying to tear my hands free. 

I screamed once. The sound reverberated through the structure but nothing happened. 

I screamed again. This time, adding some curses to it.

Still, the darkness reamined, teasing me as if it meant to say, see, you're all alone. No one will come.

I guess I just had to wait.

The creak of the door jolted me back from my depressed stupor. A ray of light simmered in and the boxes around gleamed covered in lots of dust.

So it was a very old warehouse. 

I was pretty sure we were still in LA. I think this kidnapper- murderer- psychopath- had at least one brain cell. And knew not to carry an unconscious freshman girl out to another country or something.

I bitterly criticized my dry humour.

" Sylvia" The door creaked shut again and the darkness had enveloped the warehouse.

All of a sudden, A flashlight blinked on. I turned my head away to block the direct light.

" How long I've waited to talk to you." 

Each word that came out of this man seemed to sound disgusting yet tight and crisp.

I grit my teeth again. I'm sure they were going to be sore by the time I come out of this.

If I come out of this.

" Get on with it you mother--"

" tsk tsk. Didn't your mother teach you its a wicked thing to swear?"

" Didn't anyone teach you how much a wicked thing it is to murder a little girls mom and then kidnap her and trap her into a warehouse after already assaulting her once --in her college campus I must add --and banging her head on a railing?" I snapped back, " My head hurt for a week after that."

The man came into my view a few seconds later.

He was without his mask this time but it wasn't that much of a moment.

He looked ridiculous.

But I had to admit, he was handsome by some means--that did not change anything about him.

He had jet black hair, jet black eyes, sharp cheekbones, pale skin. 

He looked like a bloodsucking vampire.

And I'm not talking about the sexy ones we see in The Vampire Diaries or whatever, but like, evil, evil, hideous killing ones.

I seriously needed to get rid of this humour in seriously serious situations.

But it was the only thing that was keeping me from breaking down this very moment. I was barely holding the cracked glass together.

" I see. That feistiness has definitely come down in generations."

My heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?"

His face neared mine and snarled nastily. I pulled away , but kept eye contact.

No, I wasn't going to be the weaker one here.

" Your mother. Just like you."

I nearly shrieked at him. What the fuck?

I wanted to go pound my head somewhere. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to just go away. 

I wanted to drive all my problems away and just buy some random farmhouse to live in.

I wanted to go back to Brady and tell him how much he meant to me. How I could also possibly love him. How he was the only one ever that had invoked this kind of emotion in me. The thrill, the passion, everything about him made me love him even more.

I wanted to apologize to Austin. I wanted to rekindle our friendship. I wanted him in my life. I wanted him to know that he meant so so much to me too.

I wanted to tell Izzy and Becca that they were everything to me and I was so grateful to have them.

It didn't matter whether I desired it or not, I got attached.

To people. Human beings. And they also cared for me.

I bared my teeth out to this man I had in front of me. I let him know that I wasn't in the business of losing anytime soon.

I recalled the time he first miraculously appeared in the house on my birthday.

How mom had collapsed seeing him.

How she had paled and sobbed and begged him.

How she had whispered a name I never forgot to this day.

'Dane'

" How do you know her?"