The uncertain hostage

He was a bitch and i was not going to let him get me.

Irena's POV:

He was gone.

Suddenly, everything that he had spilled out to me went right out of the window.

The only thing that i could think about now was how could i get out of this place. For all i knew, this could be the only chance i get at actually getting away.

As i got up from the dining table, i quickly paced towards the front door.

It was locked.

Bastard probably did that on purpose.

I then went for all the windows.

Fuck!

They were all double glazing and were also locked.

I ran up the stairs to check all the windows up there but i had no luck. He had this all planned out. I walked back into my room and decided to gather all my stuff together and take them downstairs.

The back door?

"Please God. Please."

As i reached for the handle, i heard a car pull up onto the drive-way.

Shit! He was here already?!?

As i motioned my hand to push the handle downwards, the door swung wide open.

"OMG! OMG! OMG! Thank you God!"

I silently prayed to myself.

Clutching onto all my belongings, i ran right out of the door. I was not waiting any longer because knowing that asshole, he would be right on my tail in seconds.

I looked around the garden and caught sight of part of the fence that had a gap.

I darted straight towards it, hurrying through the tiny gap that i had and pulling all my luggage after me.

I had escaped!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes! I HAVE ESCAPED!

So this is the time where i leave around two seconds to stop and congratulate myself for escaping, only to realise that he was right on my tail.

I heard the back door fly open and him silently screaming out my name like you would do when you're trying to call your dog but it just won't turn the fuck up.

I literally only had seconds.

Okay maybe milliseconds.

But that was it.

My body sprinted towards the street infront me, not even daring to look back.

I had to keep going.

I was not letting myself down..... He was not going to get me.

No!

He was not.

"Irena!"

NO! I won't let him! He was a bitch and i was not going to let him get me.

"Irena! Stop! I swear... fucking stop!"

Bitch please. I won't let you catch me again.

I was too caught up in these thoughts, that i didn't seem to notice that my legs had slowed down and the voice behind me was becoming ridiculously closer and closer.

Until it was only inches away from me.

And that's when i felt those two large, muscular arms wrap themselves around my shoulders and bombard me straight towards the ground.

I grazed my hands and face in the process but the thing that hurt the most, was the extremelly huge amount of weight that was settled on top of me.

He was stiff. Completely stiff.

He lay on top of me, pressing me down to the floor, not realising the amountof pain he was causing me.

I winced as he was pressing me further into the ground and i knew that he was doing this to make sure there was no chance of me getting away from him.

Soon... my sight became blurred and my eyes were slowly shutting.

When suddenly... i was completely knocked out.

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As my eyes struggled to open, due to the amount of brightness there was, i soon gathered all my senses and this is when i realised i was experiencing deja vu.

I remember waking up to the exact surroundings.

As soon as i began to move, the door creaked open and soon enough, his head slowly came into my vision.

His eyes looked weak and he had slight dark circles around them, which made it clear that he has had very little sleep or none.

My eyes were still adjusting to the light and when they were fully open, only then did i notice that he had a small patch of blood stained on his shirt. He noticed the sudden pick up in my breathing and looked down to where i was looking.

Slowly, he walked closer and closer to me, making me shift further into the bed. Then, he came and took a seat on the edge of the bed, close to my head.

Now that he was closer, i had a better view of him and this is where i took the time to observe his face. He definitely did not get enough sleep but for some reason he looked quite attractive with squinted, restless eyes. Also, his hair was scruffy and as i looked at it, i sensed this odd feeling that he may have gotten slightly self conscious because he then quickly brushed his fingers through it several times.

He then let out a small sigh and in a low husky tone he asked me

"Are you feeling better?"

This made me confused and i knew that he caught on to my confusion as he then added

"Your head. Does it not hurt?"

I slowly shook my head but only then did i realise that it did hurt, due to the thumping movement i could feel in my head and it made me wince. His hand quickly reached for my head and slowly but gently placed it back down on the comfy pillows beneathe me.

"You hurt yourself pretty badly. Well... i should say I hurt you pretty badly."

His head dropped and i could see the guilt that appeared in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I seriously didn't mean to jump at you the way i did. It was just you wouldn't stop and i had to make you stop one way or another."

"I'm sorry."

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Sorry for such a short chapter!!!!! I just really wanted to get something up, seeing as i haven't uploaded for like 3 fricking months! Although, that is due to the final GCSE exams that i had! But now i can finally say that i've finished (well actually i finished on like june the 18th) but i've not had the time to sit down and just write... apologies :)

So the song for this chapter is inspired by what one of the characters said and when i wrote it, it instantly made me think of this song... The song is:

"One Way Or Another (Teenage Kicks)" By One Direction.

I can honestly say i don't really like One Direction but i do sort of like this song :) .. so yeah !

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