Unexpected Love

Chapter 29 - Bailey

I wake up with a headache worse than a hangover. Something was trickling down the side of my head and the back of my head felt sore. My eyes were heavy and I was reluctant to open them. I felt like I slept on a cactus all night, flipping and turning trying to find the right position but I never could. I felt like I was drowning like my head was compressed underwater with such force.

I hated the feeling.

I try to move my hands to rub the sleep out of my eyes, but when I pull them, they tug back together. Like something was holding them back.

Gathering all of my willpower I open my eyes, my vision coming in blurry waves until they settle on a broken flower right at the tip of my bare feet. My eyes furrow at the flower that was split in two. Like someone had run scissors through it.

When had I taken off my shoes?

My vision blurs again, I try my best to keep it focused on the broken flower. I stare at it some more and notice that it was a red dahlias flower. My eyebrows furrow deeper when I realize that was the same flower I had grown at Riley's and my apartment back in the city. I had planted a row of red dahlias in my front garden because Riley was up my ass on channeling my energy in the dirt. What better way to channel that energy into flowers?

It still didn't make sense why one would be cut in half and discarded by my feet. I go to reach for it, but again something is holding my hands back. I turn my head looking over my shoulders, my hands were cuffed together with a tight black zip tie. My heartbeat exhilarates quickly at the sight.

I was not home.

I look around frantic, my head snapping from right to left in repeated movements. Wherever I was it was small and quiet around. The walls were dirty and rusty something sticking to them. My head begins to ache.

I was fucking kidnapped.

Someone had taken me and I was going to die.

I was never going to see Greyson again.

Not that he wanted to see me again. Even though I knew every word I said was a lie, It hurt watching him react the way he did. I watched his heart break in three seconds. I watched him fall apart with every blow I delivered. I watched him break because of me and I hated myself so much. 

It would have been better to drive a knife through my own heart than it was to break his.

They told me if I didn't break up with him, then they would kill him. And I will protect him until the day that I die. I broke up with him, because they didn't want anybody to find me. They didn't want to risk somebody looking for me.

I was on my way to the bakery when they grabbed me the first time. They dragged me off into some sort of alley. I was kicking and trying to scream but his large hand was stopping me from doing so. He wore a black mask on his face but I recognized the thick arms and the pot belly.

The same man who broke into my store, and vandalized it. He was going to kill me for not having his money.

I wanted to be with Greyson.

I was going to die, and the last thing I had told him was that I wished I never crashed into this town or met him.

I didn't mean it.

God, I didn't mean any of it.

The light above me was dim. There was only one on, and it was a faint yellow color. The carpet beneath me was brown with weird dark spots coating the ground. Something trickles down my neck and I look up. I bite my lip when I notice nothing was dripping on me from the ceiling. I rub my ear on my shoulder and when I do I notice streaks of red on my white dress. My breathing stops as I stare at the bright red splotches.