you're mine

Chapter 55

I have been awake for three hours without moving a muscle, fearing to disturb Luca's peaceful sleep beside me.        

The question lingers in my mind. "How can he do this?" The same question spins round and round in my head until the words form together and no longer make sense.

I can't do this. What was I thinking? I'm crazy. How could I think I could make this work? I can't.

Why would I think that we can make this work? I thought I felt sorry for him. I thought I understood him. I thought I knew why he was doing this. But I don't.

I don't understand him, I don't even like him.

My eyes sting, completely drained of all their moisture.

Oh god. I've ruined everything. Why.... Why did I believe him? How could I trust him?

It's like a spell has worn off of me. I can think straight; and that isn't something I want to be doing right now. All I can do is scold myself for being so dumb. How could I think I love him. I don't... do I?

One thing I know for sure, is I can't do this anymore. I can't be afraid of someone who I love. I can't stay with someone whose baggage is they kill people. What if I want kids? I can't bring them into this. He might kill them too.

My fingers wrap around the knot tying  my wrist to the headboard and pull, but it's not use. It doesn't budge an inch. With the secureness of the knot and my position, it's impossible to untie.

When my energy starts to fade, and I feel like giving up. Until, Luca stirs beside me, giving me the motivation to keep going.

Thankfully, only one hand is tied; I will do what I have to do to undo it. I pull and pull but it doesn't loosen any. Instead, it rubs against my skin causing it to irritate. It begins to hurt and I almost moan in pain. Biting down on my lip, I go again. Yanking at the large knot in the rope.

Involuntarily, I let out a groan of frustration and pain.

Shit.

I scold myself and slowly look over at Luca. To my surprise, he doesn't even flinch.

I begin to rush. The adrenaline surges through me as I yank down on the ropes. It doesn't move. Not wanting to waste another second, I loop my fingers around the rope and begin pulling my wrist out.

Tears form in my eyes as my thumb gets pushed inwards, trying to make my hand smaller. Eventually, a popping noise fills the room when my hand slips free. I bite down on my lip as hard as possible to stop any cries of pain from pouring out. I look down at my dislocated thumb. My fingers tremble with pain and fear from the sight.

Carefully, I get up from the bed and tip- toe across the floor over to the door. It creaks as it widens, creating a gap big enough for me to fit through. I run to the kitchen and shake the garden door handle but it just rattles, keeping me inside.

I start running over to the front door, but again, no use. Then to the windows, until I realise every outing is locked and I am stuck in this house. The smell of death hangs in the air.

Where are the keys? I know there are two separate sets. Chris gave Luca  a set in case we went out one day and he wasn't home.

I turn, silently looking around the room for keys, even though I know where they are. Biting my cheek, I head back towards the bedroom. When I push the door open, light filters into the room. I was almost sure the light alone would wake Luca up but it didn't. I keep walking until I am only meters away from him. Looking at him makes me feel as though I have bugs crawling down my skin. Checking the bedside cabinet, I realise the keys aren't there. They also aren't on the floor or on the vanity. That's when I realise they're in his pocket.

Of course, he would never be dumb enough to sleep without the keys on him. Tears start to prick at my eyes. I squint a few times, clearing my vision then look down at Luca.

It would be impossible to get the keys without waking him.

I start to walk backwards, out of the room. I turn around and walk down the hall, to Chris' room. This was the last thing I wanted to do; to see his lifeless body again.

My hand wraps around the handle and without knowing, I hold my breath. I push the door open and don't leave any time to waste. Instantly I look around the room for keys. I rummage through drawers, piles of clothes on the floor and desk tops, but still no sign of keys.

I've been avoiding the dead body in the room, but it's getting almost impossible. My eyes drift down to him. Saliva starts to rush around my mouth from the disgust filling me.

I take a step forward, stepping into a wet puddle with my bare feet. Red liquid coats my skin, causing me to cringe in discomfort. Trying to forget about his bodily fluids on me, I kneel down to Chris, the strong smell of blood and death stinging my nose. My hands tremble, I hold my injured hand against me and place the other onto Chris. I am patting down his pockets when I feel it. Keys.

My hand dips into the pocket and pulls them out. The keys slam against one another in my hand. I cup them and grip tightly as I stand up.

My legs drip with blood. Scared I'll throw up, I leave without giving Chris another look. If I stop for a moment and think about my situation, I'll break down. I just might go into shock and never move again; and that's not an option.

I have to get away from Luca. He corrupts my mind, manipulates me and controls all my thoughts. It's impossible to have any of my own when I'm with him. He lived in my mind without me knowing. I had moments where I questioned my judgment, but I always went back to believing I love him.

Not anymore. I hate him. Not only that, I'm terrified of him.

I begin to run. As quiet yet as quick as I possibly can, I charge towards the door. The blood drips from my legs onto the floor, causing me to slip. I don't let it slow me down, I spring back up and start running again. Water begins to flood my eyes, as I try a key. It doesn't fit so I try another, constantly looking behind to see if Luca is there. When he isn't, I look back and try another key. By the fifth one, it clicks into place.

The key turns and I sigh with relief.

"Going somewhere?"