Binding Scars

Chapter 2

"That's not true."

Her sight came to as her hand grabbed on something pulling herself up. It was the door knob, she began wrestling with it trying to pull it open but it was not budging.

The laugh was getting closer and closer, sounding more and more dangerous. Her body felt like it was going to burst and disappear in that spear of moment. She couldn't take it, she was overwhelmed with fear.

"Open!! Open!!" She screamed, her own sanity collapsing in her fear.

She banged on the door and the next sound was her head smacking against the door hard before he threw her on the floor.

"I could cut you to pieces and you'd still be problematic."

Her sight just as bad, she could still tell that his nose was bleeding. Probably from her own retaliation. He wiped his nose, looked at the blood then back at her.

He wasn't laughing anymore.

"Let's make one thing clear, if you dare try to run away again. I will not stop myself."

Then he knocked on the door and it was unlocked. She couldn't even get herself up, blood was pouring from her gash and she was at the verge of passing out.

He walked out looking at her one last time before closing the door. Her head took three if not five hits, she was convinced that she was going to die.

She lied on the floor not moving, not trying to stop the blood just limb. Faintly breathing as drops of blood trailed on her forehead.

GET UP!!

Her own voice screamed at her and instead of jolting awake her body did not move. She tried again but she couldn't move a muscle. Even her own eyelids were failing to open. She gave up letting go again.

Her voice screamed one more time and she gasped eyes widely opened then she realised she had finally managed to pull herself awake. Except she didn't want to be awake, she wanted to die. Why was she not allowing herself to die?

Her eyes ran across the open bedroom, it had a clean setting. A modern dressing table, a closet room, a bathroom both doors open and a window. She pulled herself off the bed. Instantly dropping to the floor and wincing in pain. It had completely left her mind, he had cut her leg.

Her eyes roamed on her a little longer, it was not only that she had a bandage on her leg that got to her. Her entire body was clean, it looked clean and she smelt clean.  She was in a crimson t-shirt and a drip was hanging in her arm.

"Three days."

A female voice says and she turns to look. She was in a housekeeper uniform. She looked young, and pale but her eyes were warm, and she had a welcoming smile.

"Please climb back to bed Ms. Garcia."

Allison didn't speak neither did she move.

"Bed..." The woman spoke again pointing the bed with her head, but she kept her smile. Though everything seemed alright it didn't feel like it was. Something was extremely wrong, and Allison could feel it down to her gut, but she didn't know what.

Slowly she found her step into the bed, but her eyes remained on the window.

"Where is he?" Allison asked.

"He's on his way."

The housekeeper replied.

"You should tell him the truth you know."

Allison looked at her.

"I know you don't want to, but you should. There are some things that... We shouldn't interfere with. "

"Did he put you up to this?"

"I'm not allowed to speak with you. I'm only meant to pay attention to the house. However, the basement needed cleaning and that's why I put you here. If you don't cooperate, he will take you back down there."

Allison felt uneasy about this reveal. The housekeeper found her way around the bedroom Allison was in. Placing the tray Allison hadn't noticed before on top of the coffee table by the single couch.

"Lunch..."

Then she walked out without saying another word. Allison was hungry, she wasn't going to deny it, so she made her way slowly to the table and sat down to eat. If she was going to run, she needed all the strength there is.

Only being able to take a few bites, she walked to the window and saw the ocean. There's never an island that was just an island and only a single psychopath lived in. There had to be people around and if not tha then a phone to call for help or anything... anything even a way to escape.

Her eyes went to the door. She hadn't heard the housekeeper lock it so she decided. Removing the drip, the made her way for the door and when it opened she began running as though her life depended on it. She ran to the front door but halted in the middle when she heard approaching voices.

Everything suddenly felt like it was beginning to move slowly as she whipped her head side to side looking for anywhere to go. Into the first door that she found, she went it locking it and listening to the door.

The sound of rushing footsteps followed; silence followed soon after.

"What did you do?" The recognizable chilling voice asked.

Allison didn't need to wait, for as long as she was in there with them, she was caught. Her eyes looked around the bathroom. She found her way into the vents scrapping her stitches open, she bit down her tongue and pulled the rest of her body up.

Tears rushed down her cheeks and when she wiped them. Her face became smeared and she caught the scent of blood.

Knowing it was her bandage leaking, she didn't wait. She turned her body and slowly began her journey around the vents. As dark and confided as they were, she found her way into a kitchen.

It looked like the restaurant kitchens, where all meals were prepared. This house could really be in a remote location.

Her eyes scouted for a few minutes and she couldn't wait any longer when the alarm sounded. She pushed the vent open and let herself fall into the kitchen floor running to the nearest exit leaving blood droplets.

The sound of men speaking, rushed and in a sound of urgency made her panick. She was running in every direction that could take her far, making her way up the small hill into the forest before she turned to look at the area at a higher view.

Instead of seeing more of the landscape, her eyes met the blue pair. He was leaned against the door, arms folded watching her. He raised his wrist showing his watch and he pointed at the time then he stood up right and tucked his hands in his pocket and remained watching her.

She didn't know what he meant and she didn't care. She wanted to escape and she was there, almost out of there. She turned and continued to run, limping herself away from the house and further away from the ocean.

It was probably hours later and she had not given up yet. She wasn't running anymore but she wasn't walking either. She had found a road, which could mean he had lied. This wasn't an island, just some remote location somewhere.

A car showed up speeding from behind her, she knew it was him or either of his men. It was someone, anyone who was not a good guy. She began to climb again, to try to escape to the forest again by the sound of a gun shot froze her entire body as she stared into the tree he had shot.

"The next one goes to your head. Get in the car."

Her heart skipping too many beats at once, she didn't turn. She took a step forward to the other direction and he took the shot. Not at her but at the trees nearby. She took another and he did the same.

Her entire body was shaking but whatever faith she was putting in him to not shoot her seemed to be working because he was not. He just got closer and closer shooting closer and closer to her until he aimed right above her head and shot at the tree in front of her.