The Host Guy

45th Chapter

Some days later

"Hello? Does somebody hear me?"

I scream, I cry and I fear for everything but nothing helps, nothing. I don't have a clue of where I am. I'm locked somewhere, lights are off, I can't see anything. Not even my own feet. There's no windows, and no sign of people right now, only me and this chair that I'm stuck on, ropes tying my arms and legs.

Sometimes a guy comes here and gives me food, but I don't know him. It's just his job and he can't take me out of here. This is all because of Colton, all part of his little game.

All I can think about is how people must be, my mom, my dad, Hannah, Liam and Harry. Oh Harry, maybe he thinks I disappeared because of him or that I killed myself. How I wish I could call and say everything's fine and that I'm coming home soon, but I would be lying to them and specially to myself.

I hear the gate making noise, someone is opening it.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty!" I hear from behind the gate. Its the food guy.

"Sleeping Beauty?"

"I come here everyday to check on you and to bring you food and for the last couple of days you've been sleeping like a baby, I tried to wake ya up but nothing worked on ya."

"When can I get out of here?" I ask but I try not to sound rude. I don't know what he's capable of doing, he can be a really bad person just like Colton.

"Sooner than you think. Big Boss wants to see you, he says he wants to see his Juliet." Oh my god, for Christ Sake. I remember when I fell in love with him, I was blind, so blind. I don't even know how it happened. He acted differently, like a normal guy but everything changed so fast, he started getting jealous of everything and everyone, he didn't let me go anywhere without him and whenever I asked him if we could go out, he would take me to his house instead. And then, he raped me. I was his, and I couldn't have a word on that. I just couldn't.

I know hate is a really strong word, but that's how I describe my feelings towards him. I hate him. People say "Life gets better" but mine is only getting worse day by day bacause of him.

I don't want to die here, but he will probably kill me anyways. And I'm already suffering so why not end the pain? Why don't I kill myself? It sounds so right in my head but so wrong in my heart. Killing myself would be selfish because I would only end my pain, in the people that love me, it would one increase.

I need to focus. How can I get out of here? Think Emily! Think!

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, do you have food or?"

"Yes, outside. Wait here." Yeah, because I can get out of here. As soon as he turns around, I looked at his pocket, there was something there, I think it was a phone. But how can I get it?

"Okay, so here's your breakfast." He said, handing me a sandwich.