Troubles Ahead

Get out of jail card

I sit there for I don't know how long rubbing my wrists, that's gonna leave some mark

I bruise like a peach even when I don't get hurt I end up with bruises on my body so this will definitely do it

I find a quilt on me the next day or what I asume is the next day it's dark and there's no windows down here so time doesn't exist

Did he come down here again and I just didn't hear him??

I don't like the idea of him being in the room while I'm not conscious

I hear a door open followed by the stairs steps, quickly I grab the quilt and shove back into the corner.

There's those eyes

"I've made a decision" he states full of authority

Oh great love to hear it. I stare with hope at his next words.

"I know you saw me put that body in the trunk and I know you wanted to run off and tell but I couldn't let that happen"

"Also I do acknowledge anyone could've seen, it just so happen to be you. I won't kill you, not for this but I can't trust you.. you might say something to the police and I don't know if you work for someone I also don't much about who you are so I have to keep an eye on you make sure you keep your mouth shut"

I have no words..

Anyone could've seen? Who I work for? I won't kill you ..FOR THIS..

All of his words keep replaying in my head

He senses my confusion and keeps going

"You are gonna work for me and that's the only way I'll be able to keep a close eye on you"

"But I have a job" I respond on instinct

"You're a teacher and you live alone, your family lives in a different state. You'll work for me for the rest of summer and if you have a problem with that I have no problem ending this issue right now I don't need you to give me a fucking headache over this" His stern tone of voice has me trembling once again

"W-what kind of work??" I don't even trust my voice at this point

For some reason I thought I'd get a free get out of jail card.

He's trying to compose himself, breathing all heavy I don't understand why he gets so angry..

"I own a bar downtown, a couple bars actually but you'll be working at the one with my main office"

He seems more relaxed, even though his eyebrows are still furrowed

"Will I be able to go home?" I don't care if it makes me look more suspicious that I keep asking to leave this place, you'd take one look and wonder how I've stayed here for this long in the first place

"Yes" He says as he reaches for something in his pocket and I recognize the phone case immediately

I stare at my phone in his hands and wait for his next move

He drops it and steps on it breaking it to pieces

I just stare at the scene in front of me and my eyes water.. that phone was a lot of money and I worked hard for it not to mention all of my memories in it

"You'll be using a phone I provide for you from now own, I'm gonna monitor your calls and texts" He says so casually like he didn't just shatter my personal belongings.. it feels silly being this upset over my phone or well what was my phone, but it's been just too much, my emotions are a little hard to control right now

I just NEED to get out of here.

I look up to his cold eyes and nod my head

"I need you to say you understand" he says with little patience

With tears in my eyes I whisper "I understand"

I understand he's crazy and I've never wanted to be home more than right now.

"Good. Let's go"