Bless Your Little Heart

FOURTEEN

I was so confused, I couldn't stop thinking about the way he had acted.

His words still stung me, my heart.

Each one like a dagger digging deeper and deeper into my heart.

He's stayed in the living room most of the time has had me cleaning, sweeping everywhere, mopping, dusting. The typical everyday upkeep, I honestly didn't mind. I needed something to do after sitting alone all the time in that damn room.

The house wasn't as dirty as I expected, besides the stray cobwebs here and there, a little dirt in the corners. I had everything sparkling and shining, I made do with the two cleaners he gave me. I was hoping to impress him so he would talk to me. I needed conversation, I couldn't live a life without someone to converse with. Even if he hated me right now, his anger would be better than nothing

I bend up from the position I was in, the handcuffs making it hard to truly get into the crevices. Wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.

Looking over I see Malcolm's back facing me, his gaze fixed on the news in-front of him. I listen in acting busy, hoping he doesn't notice me being nosey.

"The search for young South Dakota teen Madelyn Clydes still continues, authorities held a press conference earlier this morning. We'll play a clip from that meeting here."

The screen switches to a bald man in a brown police uniform, recognizing it as a state police uniform. I had a few interaction with them at the local coffee shop I worked at during sophomore year.

He slouched as he spoke, giving me little hope that this man has any chance of finding me. From the snow piled outside the windows I suspected we were a far bit away from North Dakota.

"As of today, Madelyn has been missing for three weeks and two days. At this time we have no current leads or suspects in custody."

He continued to look between the paper in his hands and the crowd of reporters before him, looking nervous.

"If anyone has any leads that could possibly help bring Madelyn home to her family. Please call..."

I quit listening.

I didn't want to hear anymore.

I felt hopeless, even police couldn't help me. They were my only hope and even now, they have no way of helping me.

As I stare at the tv with tears brimming my eyes, I get the feeling of someone staring at me. I peel my eyes down to the couch, a fuming Malcolm staring at me with rage in his eyes.

His clenched jaw twitched as he stared on at me, his once nicely kept hair now tangled and splayed all across his forehead. His eyes were once again dark, the darkness Ive come to hate.

Now I've done it.

He stands to his feet, speeding towards me as he pins me against the fridge, the space between us narrow. Smelling alcohol emitting from his breath as he stared down upon me, his eyes bloodshot.

When was he drinking?

I look past him to search for a bottle, but his strong grip stops me. Clenching my jaw tightly as he brings it back to face him, his breathing quickened.

"Fucking look at me," He seethed, his words cold. I could feel his anger as he stood mere inches before me. The heat of his body radiating onto mine, giving me a weird calm sensation .

My eyes are locked into his as he draws my face closer, "Did I say you could look at the tv?" He looked down at me awaiting an answer, his nose flaring each time he breathed out.

"I-I didn't know." I stutter, feeling flustered and terrified all at once. This man's mood flipped so quickly I truly never knew what to expect from him.

"You should know better." He made a 'tsk' sound with this tongue before bringing my face away slightly.

"Tv is off limits unless I say so," He brings my face closer again, gripping tighter earning a small whimper from me.

If only he'd grip my ass this tight.

"Understood?" He broadened his stance as a way of asserting dominance. I didn't dare test him, he already scared me as he was under the influence and was capable of anything.

He was capable of anything sober too.

I nod into his hand, my eyes peering into his. Pleading for him to let me go, to loosen his grip and be gentle with my fragile body.

His face turned angry again, "Fucking speak damnit." He growled as his chest rumbled from his deep voice. It always managed to send shivers up my spine, angry or not.

"Yes sir." I started to nod profusely as tears spilled from my eyes. "I didn't mean to, it won't happen again." My sobs were loud, shaking my whole body as he held me.

He let go of my chin, allowing me to slump to the ground, taking a second to lean against the fridge and hold my chin.

That'll definitely be bruised.

Before I know it I'm kneeling at his feet, putting my hands together as if I was praying and pleasing up to him. "It won't happen again Im sorry." I knelt down as my tears soaked into my cheeks, my eyes red from my excessive crying.

I kept repeating my words from before, adding in "Please don't hurt me." every so often. Hoping the move would pull at his heartstrings and he's d just take me back to my room.

His silence was deafening, killing me slowly as I felt his angry eyes beaming down at me. He just towers over my shaking pleading body. Kneeling at his feet hysterical, feeling his hand snake into my hair before gripping it harshly before my face was looking directly into his.

"I give you one chance, next time..." His eyes trailed my body, taking in every inch before letting out a deep sigh. "I won't be as nice. " He took his finger and dragged it down my jaw, slowly tainting my skin with his intoxicating touch. It sent those familiar shivers through my body.

"Yes sir, I understand." I blinked my tears away while he tilted my head with his finger, still attached to my jaw. Feeling it press harshly into the bottom of my mouth as I stared up at him innocently, my sniffles filling the silence.

"Good girl."

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Okay so this was kinda a fuller chapter for what's to come. But I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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