Glowing - A Caspar Lee Fan Fiction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 11

I slump back in the chair I was strapped to. I didn’t break my stare with Vito as I began to speak. I refused to let him think he could demean me.

“You said it yourself-Caspar is dead” I state blankly.  

That’s when he seemed to go mad. His eyes lit up like the American Fourth of July fireworks, his smirk turned into a maniacal grin and he moved closer to me, his eyes boring into my head.

“You are lying” he says, pure anger displayed across his face and in his words. Then he smacked me. That was the last thing I was expecting. Vito seemed insane, but he never insinuated that he would hurt me. I reeled, shaking my head in confusion and shock, strands of hair falling out of my ponytail.

“Don’t li to me!” he yells, scaring me enough to make my heart stop.

“I’m- I’m not lying!” I demand shakily. “I saw him…” I choke up and fail to get the words out of my mouth.

“Oh-you saw him? Saw him what?” I squeeze my eyes close; I didn’t want to look at him anymore.

“Get shot? Did you really see him die?” He pauses to watch my head drop as the tears spill from my eyes.

 This entire situation was too much to handle, on top of talking about witnessing my late boyfriend get shot, I couldn’t deal with it. I start to shake my head profusely, as if trying to get the poisoned thoughts out of my head.

Vito begins to laugh again.

 I didn’t want to appear weak or vulnerable to him, so I quickly restrain my emotions and look back into his cold, unforgiving eyes.

 “Why are you doing all of this?!” I almost scream at him. I was shaking at this point, in anger, fear, and pure terror. He pretends to be scared and glares at me for just a moment longer before finally answering me.

 “Because” he begins. “You are the closest tie we have, the best blackmail, to get exactly what we want. You see, we need something and you are the key!” He says excitedly.

 I look at him, my confused expression displayed clearly. “I don’t understand…” I reply.

 “You don’t need to for the moment, Samantha” he says, talking to me as though I was a small child.

I hated when people did that to me; trying to make me feel inferior to them, it drove me nuts. But I let it go for the moment, deciding it was the best thing to not get into an argument with this man. Considering I was tied to a chair and all.

“Tell me why!” I yell this time, wanting a clear answer for all of this.

 I wait for him to say something more, anything, but he doesn’t. Instead, he touches my cheek gently, my reaction being to jerk away violently, and leaves me there. After knocking twice, the door slides open and I can hear his shoes click on the floor as he walks out of the room.  There’s muffled voices far out of my range of earing discussing something outside this room. I strain to hear anything, but fail, and give up.

As soon as the door shuts behind Vito, and I assure myself no one else is in the room with me, I begin to cry. I cry for everything wrong in my horribly, messed up life. The man insinuating Caspar is really alive, the past two years of pain being one big joke, being abducted in the middle of the night, almost being raped not but a few weeks ago. I couldn’t deal with any of it anymore.

 My mind slowly wondered to Dan, Phil, Angela and all of my friends. What were they doing? Did they know I was missing? How long have I been gone? I was driving myself insane, my mind ready to explode over every thought running through my head at the moment. I stayed like that for what seemed like a few hours, unrealistic thoughts going through my head, nonstop. I eventually became so exhausted that I fall asleep in the chair.