My eyes shot open. I had a headache but I wasn't in my dads room anymore. I actually have no idea where I was. I need my phone to call 911. I went to go reach for it but my hands were handcuffed to a headboard.
What the fuck did Matt do to me? I'm still dressed so he didn't touch me. My head does hurt though. Did he hit me? I don't know what he did but where am I?
I was in a bedroom I knew that much. It was a nice bedroom may I add. A medium sized room, two twin beds, flat screen on the wall. Maybe this is his house?
No that's not possible how would he explain this to his parents? I look up at my hands that were handcuffed to the headboard. I am pissed. This guy is fucking insane.
I heard footsteps coming towards the door of the room. The knob turned and Matt entered. My heart dropped. I was scared.
"Hi baby how are you doing?" He smiled coming closer to me.
I looked at him in disgust. Why would he do this to me?
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Where am I?" I asked trying to move around.
"You're good? I'm glad."
He leaned down towards my face and I had a great opportunity in front of me. I spit in his face. He backed up from me. He was pissed. He looked so intimidating. I didn't regret it though.
He grabbed me by the face and squeezed very tightly. I groaned from the pain he was causing. His grip got tighter and a tear escaped from my eye. He let go then scoffed.
"You shouldn't have done that."
"Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you for you to do this to me?" I cried
He didn't look phased at all that I was upset. He looked almost amused. He just patted my leg and laughed.
"Baby girl, I tried so many times to get you to like me. You are just so fucking stubborn and I don't appreciate that. This is the only way."
"Don't call me that." I whispered
He glared at me then grabbed something from his back pocket. It was the key to the handcuffs. He looked at it then looked at me.
"Do you want to be free?" He asked
I gave him a 'no shit' look. He laughed then placed the key on my stomach. Okay Matthew.
"Set yourself free then." He said with a straight face. He's got to be kidding right?
I sighed then tried to force some tears out. I had to fake my emotions so he'll let me go. I know exactly what to do that might let him set me free. My arms are getting tired from hanging here for god knows how long.
"Matt, please let me go. I never wanted to tell you I loved you because I didn't know how I was feeling at the time." I faked cried. I don't love him, but if this works I can get away.
He leaned in and kissed me right on my lips. "You're such a bad liar, but you get an A for effort." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes. Why can't this little shit just let me go? I don't understand this I'm getting so frustrated and confused as to why he chose me as his main target.
"I am so sick and tired of this shit. Let me go! You're fucking insane. You have some issues I recommend you get some mental help. Where the fuck am I?!" I yelled I'm pissed.
"We're all a little insane."
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ha ha ha ha Matt you psycho.
