The Beginning [TOXIC BUT LOVE]

Chapter 8

"It's him, He's exactly the man" I shouted pointing my finger on the photo of Nicolas, my mouth drying again.

"It's him Uncle David, he's the person who kidnapped me. It's him" I kept chanting nonstop in spite of him trying to calm me down.

The officer picks up the file examining the photo carefully before saying his name loudly Nicolas Davis and I shuddered on my position.

"Are you sure this is the man miss?" He asked looking at me from scrunched brows.

"Sure" I muttered in disbelief "this is exactly the person who kidnapped me, it's him, I can recognize his face even in dark" I retorted back loudly.

"Look, we have got your blood report and drugs are found in your system." The officer stated instead looking at me with skepticism.

"That's what I am trying to explain you from past more than two hours I was kidnapped in my unconscious state for god's sake. Why are you not getting it, and he is the man behind my kidnapping" I yelled bitterly, and the officer turned his gaze to his commissioner, his expressions suspicious and full of incredulity.

"It's impossible sir, I am sorry but...
Uncle David took the file from him before letting him finish his sentence, his eyes hard strained on the photo, brows knitted together in a tight knot, forehead twisted in wrinkles as he adjusted his spectacles which made him look older than his age.

Impossible, I scoffed internally hearing the officer, my eyes hard on him. I had spent a whole day and went through hell with that man, and he thinks it's impossible, I instead turned to Uncle David. 

"It's him uncle I swear, this is the man who kidnapped me." I whimpered trying to keep my tears at bay which were ready to spill out any moment.

"I want everybody out" Uncle David ordered in a curt voice rubbing his temple and others left immediately saluting him leaving me and him alone in the room.

"Elena listen to me carefully, the officer is right, drugs are found in your system."

"And when did I denied it. I was drugged, how I don't know and was kidnapped by him in my unconscious state." I quarreled, my head hurting.

"Do you still take therapies Elena" He asked out of nowhere giving me whiplash. I zooned my eyes on him not understanding what he is implying to before shaking my head in denial.

"No, it's been three years" I replied lowly, and he hummed in response, deep lines engraved on his face.

"Elena I really want to believe you, trust me. I want to believe what you said all is truth and you actually got kidnapped and help you in all this, in fact I did believed you when you said you were kidnapped and brought in London because I know what it meant for you to be here in London after what happened six years ago but I really can't believe what you are saying because the officer is right, what you are saying is  impossible" 

Impossible. I looked at him in incredibility, my eyes in sets looking at him, what does it means?

"Keeping your past in mind I think your trauma has overpowered you" he added further, his voice full of seriousness and my blood run cold hearing him.

My trauma has overpowered me. That's it, it's enough. I can't take anymore. I got up from my position pushing the chair behind harshly.

"You think it's because of my trauma" I threw my hands in the air in disbelief, my pulse thumping harder, and I could feel my veins burning in rage.

"I was fucking kidnapped by this man last night, he almost chocked me to death and tried to force himself on me and you think that's all because of trauma, it's not me but it's you who's out of your head and all other cops" I shouted with my everything, tears brimming in my eyes. Why is not anyone trusting me.