Storm and Grace

Holocaust of betrayal and love

Jen's POV

The pain was unbearable. Blood was dripping down my legs but I was too weak to check. I was in so much pain that all I could do was to continue to lay on that cold cement floor in a fetal position. Praying that an end would come.

God. Please. Just take me with you.

I tried closing my eyes. There was nothing in that semi dark room that would help me alleviate this pain. I rocked my body back and forth. It helped a little.

I heard footsteps and within seconds, the door banged open.

"Get her up," I heard Alex command.

Two men walked towards me and grabbed me by either side of my arms. They immediately lifted me up so that I was standing. The pain was excruciating. I wanted to throw up.

"It's story time," Alex laughed.

I looked up at him and his smile seemed even more sinister now that I had remembered. He was Satan in the flesh.

"Since you have a couple of hours left in this world," Alex smiled. "I couldn't let you die before telling you a story."

I was so weak. I looked down and closed my eyes. Fuck his story. Why couldn't he just kill me now?

"When I escaped the prison you and your bullshit family had left me in," he began. "The first thing I wanted to do was fly here and make sure you paid for every day I had been locked in that hell hole. And I wanted to make sure you paid while still alive. I wanted to make sure it was a slow process so that you felt it and that you wanted nothing more but to die."

I didn't care. I didn't look up. The men working for him were using their strength to keep me standing. They probably realized that if they let me go, I would collapse and never get up. No matter how many times Alex would kick me or punch me.

"By the time I flew down here," he continued. "The opportunities just kept on coming to me. I didn't even have to work that hard." He laughed.

"The first thing I did was stage that fake attempt for you to get kidnapped," he began. "You remember, don't you? When they had to hospitalize you because you were so incredibly startled by the men, I had hired to ambush you."

I remembered. That's when...Antonio was hired.

"That's right," he continued. "It was all planned. All planned so that I could hire Antonio and send him to you."

I closed my eyes. I felt nauseous.

"I made him the perfect resume," he laughed. "A fake one. He was never a security. He had turned to crime because his dearest mother is on her deathbed and he needed fast cash. He was desperate. Your idiotic father believed every word and he hired him."

I felt the tears coming. My poor dad had no idea. His good heart always meant well. That resume must have been great because there was no other way my dad would have hired Antonio otherwise.

"Antonio's instructions were simple," he continued. "He would drug you with the drugs I supplied him. He would use alcohol and tea to slow you down. For you to begin to act erratic. For you to lose your common sense."

My heart began to beat faster.

That explained why I had the strange mood swings. Why my depression was so sudden. Why I had suicidal ideation. I was being drugged without knowing. That's why Antonio insisted that I began to drink.

You're so stupid.

"To make things even more fun," he continued. "Antonio had told me that your drunk ancient pirate had impregnated some socialite."