Cowboy ride to the devil's house

The devil in disguise

I'm scared. He kisses my head and sighs. "Haylee. I do love ya, I hope ya know that." He says. "I'll be in the shed. Leb know if ya need anything." He says as he walks into the mud room then leaves the house and goes to the grey shed.

I eat breakfast then go into the living room. My body hurts so much. I lay on the couch and curl up with a wool blanket he gave me.

I turn the TV on and I cry softly. How did I end up here? I really just wanted to go to school.. then this happened.

I start to rethink my life choices. I'm a 19 year old girl. I was in my second year of college. And he kidnapped me.

My parents must feel so terrible they let their only daughter get kidnapped.

I cry softly until I fall asleep.

I hear faint footsteps and the crackle of a fire. I'm in the living room. I'm naked on the couch and he's tending to my wounds.

I flinch and sit up fast. I wince at the pain that shoots through my body. He sighs. I see tears on his face.

"Shh.. it's ok Haylee.. just lie down and let me take care of ya again.."

His voice is Shakey he sounds like he's trying to sound sweet and trustworthy and not like he's been crying.

I gulp. I'm Trembling. I'm so scared of him. He sighs and gently takes my leg. He starts to tend to the bruises and then makes his way to my face. I'm Trembling.

"Babydoll. It's midnight. What all have you eaten?" He asks softly.

I gulp as I try to think. The last thing I remember eating was half of a pancake he made.

"B.. breakfast.." I whisper in a raspy voice.

Speaking hurts.

He closes his eyes and a tear runs down his cheek. He inhales deeply then let's out a small exhale. "Babydoll.. how about tomorrow we go on a date?" He asks.

I Tremble. "I.. I don't want.." I whisper. I can't manage another word. But he knows what I am saying.

"That's ok.. I understand." He says. He finishes tending to my wounds and gets up. He disappears into the master bedroom. Then he comes back with a change of clothes. "Here.. put these on."

I gently take the clothes. It's nice comfy sweats. And a large soft hoodie that has cotton on the inside. It so warm.

He stares at me and sits next to me. "Babydoll.. please.. come sleep in the bedroom.. not out here.. I don't want you to move wrong and me not to be there to help.." he says.

I gulp and Tremble. I want to protest but I'm too scared. I want the old him back. He's only sorry because I'm reluctant against anything he does.

I nod slowly and he helps me stand up.

I refuse for him to touch me so I use the wall as a crutch and I limply make it to the bedroom. He walks slowly behind me. He's so sad.

I make it into the room and he lays me down in the bed. He makes sure I'm comfortable and he turns the TV on. He sits on the bed. My back is turned to him. He waits for me to fall asleep.

"Haylee.. babygirl.. I'm so sorry.." he says as he sniffles. But I hear him. He's crying.

The next few months go by.

Finally I'm healed. I can walk properly and nothing hurts. But I ignore him and pretend he's not there.

I'm doing dishes when the alarm goes off.

It's that one girl.

She comes in and starts to get touchy over William. But I shove past him and I go upstairs to the painting room.