Gotta Have You, Cowboy (Ford Brothers Book 2)

Chapter Sixteen: Charlotte

I am getting really tired of waking up in random beds. Right now. I know that I am in my bed. I can feel the paint covering the bed. Most of it is dry, but a good amount is still wet. I can feel the wet red paint soaking into my skin and clothes. Even though I aired the house out earlier I could still smell the paint fumes. My hands are tried to the headboard and my legs were still tightly tied together at my ankles. The tape is still covering my mouth.

How long was I out for? My times and days are running together. I could see the moon light shining brightly in the night sky, I would guess its close to midnight, but I was not for certain. I am not sure how long I could last; my body is weak from no food and I am sure the drug he used on me does not help the matter. I have to be strong enough to fight for my life. I have to get away from here. I tried moving my legs and arms trying to get free from the ropes. He must have tighten them when he brought me here. My wrists are rubbed raw and stinging with pain. My ankles were protected by the denim of my jeans. At least I wore those, so my legs are saved from the rope burn. The pain is there too in my legs; my knee feels like it is on fire. When he hit my knee, it felt like he shattered my kneecap into pieces.

I am tired of breaking down, however there is nothing I can do at the moment. I need to let all of these tears out and regain my strength before he returns. I knew that he would not go far from me. He could be hiding anywhere in this room. I do not care anymore. He could see me breakdown, I am an emotional mess, and I cannot hold it in any longer. I let all the tears out feeling weaker as they fell one by one. I want to be so much stronger than I am. Than maybe I could get out of here. Save me and my child from that monster stalking me. Everything he has put my family through is terrifying, but not knowing the outcome is so much worse.

I laid there for what felt like hours letting my weakness take over. My eyes are red and puffy. My nose stung with the pain from rubbing it on the sleeve of my shirt. My head pounded with pain. My whole body is weak and tired. I could not hear anything; the house is silent and no footsteps to be heard. My mind going to Nate and our baby once again. There is nothing that I can do to save her; I failed at being a mother and I just found out about her. How could I be messing this up already? Why did I not go with Nate to The Store instead of staying behind. Nate must blame himself, but it was not his fault it was all mine. If I would have listened to him instead of trying to be brave; I let our whole family down cause of my pride about overcoming my fears and taking care of myself. I have done it for so long now sometimes I forget that I am a part of a team and that Nate will always have my back all I have to do is ask. Asking for help is not a strong suit for me and if I make it out of here I promise to be a better woman for Nate and my daughter. I have to be better than I am now.

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I awake to the bed sinking in beside me and a hand on my hip. My heart raced in my chest. I tried to keep my breathing steady as I pretend to still be sleeping. I do not want to face him; not now not ever. I just want this to be over with. I am still tired and weak with no strength left to fight. There is no fight left in my body; I could not do it. I could not save us from this man no matter how hard I try to fight.

"I know that you are awake, Charlotte. Open those beautiful eyes from me." He whispered, he is close to my face, and I can feel his breath on my cheek. The smell causing me to try and back away from him. "Don't back away from me."

He fisted his hand into my hair and yanked me back to him. The pain in my head from the roots being pulled out and my headache from earlier caused more tears to form in my eyes. I hate how easy it is for him to make me cry and I am not a crier. I hate how he is taking everything away from me. I hate the feel of his hand in my hair; I hate everything about this man.

"If you be a good girl and not scream I will take the tape off." He said, his cheek pushed into mine. The feeling is the most disgusting feeling of them all. His sweat running down his face going onto mine. I know that I have to cooperate with him if I want to get out alive. I relaxed my body giving in to his demands.