Addicted

Chapter 34

Bella P.O.V

His laugh, dark and mischievous makes my skin craw. Johnson points the gun to my head, his expression as remains cold. "Why don't you go home? Take a bath, relax for a while. Johnson will take care of Edward."

"No, please, don't hurt him!" I beg.

He laughs, again. "Okay. Johnson will make up something. You go home and do what I tell you. If you follow my orders your family will be okay. Now, give your phone to Johnson."

I give it to him. "Done."

"Good girl. You're making it so much interesting. Now, go do what I said, you'll be hearing from me later."

"How am I-" but it was too late. He'd hanged up. Johnson took me by my arm, dragging me out of the building with the gun pointing at the back of my head.

He throws me inside the car, locking it before I have a chance to run. The ride to my old house is silent, filled with tension. Johnson remains calm, focusing on the road.

My pulse keeps picking up pace. My palms are like a water fall. My ears buzz with each beat of my heart.

I can't take more of the silence, I need to ask him something. "Why are you doing this?" My voice sounds calmer than expected. Why do I sound so calm? Why am I so calm? I guess I expected this to happen, I just didn't expected it so soon. Perhaps I gained hope with the thought that Edward and I would escape before he had the chance of getting me.

"I have no other choice." That's all he manages to say.

I smile. A sad smile. "I know how you feel." My comment takes him off guard. His eyes meet mine through the reflection mirror. I say, "You're taking me to my house, where he knows I'll be there alone and at his mercy. I have no other choice than to wait for him to kill me. Ironic, isn't it?"

He doesn't respond. His eyes leave mine and focus back on the road. I close my eyes, trying to zone out of my reality. The reality where I'm letting him turn me number seventeen on his kill list. I picture how I would've loved my life ended like.

Get a promotion at my job. Edward working at his little mechanic shop. Married, with two children. A small house by the lake. Happy with nothing to fear. It was just us in our little world. Our kids would grow up, get their careers, a life on their own. We would grow old together, have grandchildren... Now, that's never going to happen. I'm dying either today or tomorrow.

Johnson drags me out of the car, to my old house. He opens the door and pushes me inside. I'm surprised to see that everything is in order; the pictures at gone, everything remains perfect and clean.

I turn to Johnson. His eyes now show emotion, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure your family is safe."

"That's a relief," I mutter. "If you ever grow the balls to tell Edward that you drove me to my death, tell him I loved him. Now, leave."

He nods, turning around walking out of the house. He locks the door behind him. I snort when I see the handle from the inside is gone. There's no way I can open this door. I try the window but they're all sealed closed. There's no way I can leave.

When I enter my room I'm not surprised to see that there's a bathrobe and bubbles for a bath laying on my bed. With a deep sigh, I remove my clothing and take the robe.

As the bubbles slowly start filling up the bath, I stare at my reflection on the mirror. I can't die without giving him a fight, that would be dying a coward. I jog downstairs to my kitchen. My knifes are where they've always been, he's too stupid he didn't think about taking this away. I grab the biggest knife and walk back up to my bath.