A Bond Never Broken

Chapter 26

August 9th, 2015

Deserted cabin in Fairview, Michigan.

7:30 a.m.

My eyes slowly opened, my face stung and my mouth was dry. I looked at my surroundings realizing how unfamiliar they were. That's when everything from last night came back to me. Oh God, thank God I'm alive. I smacked my lips, tasting the "morning breath" in my mouth. My mouth was very dry at the moment and my face stung from the raw scratches. My hands were tied behind my back to the chair I was sitting in and my feet were tied together as well by a rope.

I looked around the one room cabin finding it odd that no one was here. In the corner was a small bed and off to the right of me was a tiny kitchen. Straight ahead was a door. There was only one window in this cabin. It was right above the stove, and of course, the person had the blinds drawn close over it. I looked towards the door as it creeked open and in walked the man who I assumed had knocked me unconscious last night. My blood boiled and my fist squeezed shut, but I kept my mouth shut.

The man turned around to face me and I instantly recognized him. Chris. I should have known he was behind this. I mean, I'm in a relationship with his ex. i just didn't think he would take it this far. I gnawed the inside of my cheek, trying to keep from bursting, knowing that would do any good. I had to keep quiet and do what he says to get out of this mess. I'm sure someone will find me before that anyways. I looked up and down his lean body, taking in the sight of him. I wanted to spat.

Chris pulled up a chair, two feet away from me, his face blank and icy. I don't think I've ever felt this much hatred towards anyone or anything. He smiled like this was a friendly gathering. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Hello, Luke."

I just looked at him, keeping a straight-face. He just sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry that it had to be under these conditions but I believe this is the first time we met although I'm sure you've heard a lot about me from, oh what's her name. That's it, Caroline! What a beauty she is."

Rage ran through every inch of her body. 'This isn't about her, dammit." I said through gritted teeth.

Chris considered my retort for a moment before nodding his head. He got up from his seat and pulled a small box out of a kitchen drawer. Carefully lifting the lid, he pulled out what seemed to be a few photographs. He sat back down and got situated before holding up one of the pictures. The others lay face down in his lap. I studied the picture and realized it was of Caroline and I with the boys on the beach in Florida. We had taken a vacation there for my birthday. He had followed us there...

Chris smiled. "She sure does look beautiful in this picture, doesn't she?"

"Of course."

"Her blonde hair flowing ever so effortlessly in the wind. I used to run my hands through her hair every night. She loved that. Do you do that with her? Make her feel special?" He asked.

I decided to just answer his questions. That's what he wanted and i needed to listen to play it safe.

"I do that as well as give her foot rubs and treat her to warm bubble baths. Sometimes I even buy her flowers on the whim."

Chris slanted his eyes, realizing he's been shot down on that one. He set the picture on the floor and held up another one. This one was of our bedroom.

"Did you notice how her bedroom was untouched?" He asked.

The puzzle pieces finally fit together. That's why her room hadn't been destroyed.