Meant to Be

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

I should have been out like a light, but for some insane reason, I didn’t like the feel of the bed beneath me. The foreign silky feel of the sheets and the fluffy softness of the pillow had me springing up and rushing over to sit against the wall in the darkest corner. Somehow, I felt more at home on the floor than I did in what seemed to be a brand new human bed….

Your plan is so freaking genius I barely understand it, Emma! I remembered and my head started spinning just thinking about it. But why, Emma? I bit my lip. You’ll face the wrath of your brother for me…?

“Thank you.” I whispered.

To fake giving me fake memories… to fake erasing my memory… and all this under the constant danger of getting caught by whoever she works for? Amazing….

I felt a kick in my stomach and glanced down. I placed a hand over my tummy and cracked a smile. You’re amazing, too, little one.

I smiled genuinely for the first time in weeks.

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The next day I was pacing. I’d been too afraid to try and see if the door would open, and even more terrified about finding out what was waiting for me on the other side.

I wish Emma was here…! I felt close to tears by how helpless I felt.

And then the door opened, and a fake voice reached my ears; “Honey!” I whirled around, bristling.

The man who entered strode up to me, and it took all I could not to back away. “Ugh….” The man was… my attacker…

“Something wrong, dearest?” I almost gagged at how much he sounded like a mother, not… wait, Emma said I’m his fiancé now…?! I gulped.

“I didn’t get much sleep.” I said weakly, trying desperately not to start shaking from nerves and undeniable fear. I was in a dangerous position.

He narrowed his eyes, and I panicked on the inside. “What’s my favorite color?” He questioned.

“Ugh…” Oh no! This can’t be happening! “… green?”

His eyes darkened, and before I could even think about running he had a hold on me.

I guess even Emma isn’t perfect. I squeezed my eyes shut as I was suddenly lifted off the ground….

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I laid in my fetal position on the floor of my cell once more. My attacker towered over me, screaming obscenities—sometimes in English and sometimes not. He would ask me the same question over and over again, “Who is the witch?!” and every time I didn’t answer, which was each time, he would kick me like I was a punching bag for feet. Well, I felt like I was a punching bag right now.

“Get up and look at me!” He yelled at me, and I tensed even worse than before. Then, within seconds, I hit the wall on the other side of the room and fell with a loud thud.

I was sprawled across the floor when I looked into his eyes… blood red. He approached me like I would suspect a predator with his prey, and before I had time to react he had that familiar knife in his hand….

He pushed me back against the wall and I almost yelped. He brought the knife up to my cheek, and instead of teasing the knife against my flesh he dug it in. The pain was horrific, and I almost gagged as I felt my blood drip from my chin and cheeks. Then my attacker threw me down on the ground.