The horror of love

The horror of love 8

Chapter 8
Escape

I was trapped, chained to a rusty old bed in an abandoned barn next to the wood. I didn't know where I was at this point, my head was still searing from when he knocked me out, blinding, throbbing pain. I touched the back of my head and I felt the warm blood oozing through my mud stained hair.
'Don't touch it,' said a voice behind me, I jumped, 'it will only make it worse.' I felt him rise from behind me, I couldn't see him, but he lurked in the shadows, I sat there shivering at what was going to happen next.

He suddenly walked out the room and returned with a sloshing bucket of murky water, and a tatty white cloth, where he dressed my wounds and washed the dry blood, mud and hit of leaves from my hair.
He tutted as he mumbled, 'what a mess we've made.' I wasn't sure if he was implying about my hair, or this whole situation and how he wasn't happy about how out of control it had become, I knew this was never his plan, and maybe he blamed me for that. I winced at the pain, as he tried to dab my head as gently as he could, but with his large clumsy hands it was hard, but I kept quiet as silent tears fell from my eyes.
'Why me?' I said, 'why can't you just let me go, I won't say anything to anyone, it would be like you'd never have met me, just please let me go.' I cried.
He sighed, 'you know I can't do that. Life may have been better for you before but not for me, I was miserable, and now I have you, your mine, and I won't give you the chance to run away again. So let's not talk about it anymore Talia, let's just say it's not your best interest to see me upset, I can't promise I won't harm you when I'm not in control of myself.'

'And if I did run away, would you still kill me?'
I could feel him tense behind me.
'I don't know, but you'd go through a whole lot of pain, I can assure you of that. And not just you, your mum, your dad, your grandma I will find them all, and watch them burn, that's how passionate I am about you- about us. I will do whatever it takes to keep you with me.'

I nodded, and then kept quiet again the whole time, as I stared defeatedly at the puddle of blood stained water forming at my feet, as drops of the ice cold water dripped down my back.

'I suppose you'll have to change, here.' He handed me an old looking nighty beside him, I knew it was not clean, that he probably found it, rummaging through the trash one day, but I didn't dare whisper a complaint to upset him. I was going to get out of here, I knew it, but I didn't need him strengthening the bonds that are tying me down, no, I would gain his trust first, be good.
'Ok, I'll wear it if you,' I said hesitantly trying my best to sound positive, 'but leave me when I get changed, it's the least you can do, it's not like I can run away as you've locked me in here. And I will try to do my best to make it up to you, maybe we can bring back the spark that we lost before.'

Suddenly he was happy with my words, as he dreamed of us again by the pond, wind in our hair, with our carefree smiles on our faces. 'Yes I'd like that very much, I will give you your privacy, and if you continue to do as I say maybe I'll give you more freedom within these walls. Maybe we can get those shackles off you soon, but not yet you understand? You've got a lot of making up to do.'

'Yes,' I said smiling sweetly to try to smother the sour feeling inside. He untied my arms to let me out, thrusted the grubby looking nighty into my hands and walked out the room. The door slammed behind him, and I breathed a big sigh of relief, I was alone.
I put the nighty on slowly, whilst trying to think of ways to escape, it was torture here I could never stay. Why did I always get the bad luck? Why is it always me? This was absolutely crazy, and you won't understand how much I regret going into that graveyard a year ago. But right now, I couldn't sit here reevaluating my poor life decisions. I was getting out of here.