Dangerous Love (One Direction)

Chapter 28

I opened my eyes and I couldn't see a thing besides other shades of black. Where the hell was I?

I closed my eyes in an attempt to remember how I ended up here.

Oh right, my psycho ex-boyfriend who wants me dead found me while I was trying to figure out the state of me and my current boyfriend and took me to some place. This is great.

Most people would be mad at themselves for leaving and getting themselves into this mess, but I was numb. I didn't know what to feel. There was too many questions and too many emotions to sort through.

Right now, I just needed to go with the flow because if I didn't I would end up in the six foot deep hole sooner than I have hoped for.

Some light shed in on the room and it appeared that it was from a door upstairs. Wow, i'm in his basement. How romantic, Scott.

"Aw, look. The little slut finally woke up!" He said in a raspy voice.

"Well, when you hit people in the head with bats they tend to be out for awhile." I shot back with a smile. I regretted it soon after I realized the situation I was in.

"I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours." He said as he took a drink from a red solo cup that was most likely filed with some hard type of alcohol.

I just nodded in response to him.

"So how was London." He asked with glistening eyes. I thought of how to respond, I knew this was some kind of trap. Any answer would be the wrong answer.

Silence.

"Well are you going to fuckin' speak answer me?!" He screamed in my face. I took a breath and opened my mouth.

"It wasn't as good as it should have been." I spoke dully.

"So you basically gave yourself a death sentence for nothing?" He laughed at me like I was crazy.

I sighed, "I guess I did."

He walked away and laughed, but he was kind enough to turn the light on down here.

I had an extreme urge to snoop through his things or find a way out, but I didn't bother with it. I would only dig myself a deeper hole. That is if you can dig a deeper one than this.

The cold of the basement set in and I wrapped myself into a blanket that had been left for me. That was actually pretty generous considering it was Scott who had taken me captive.

As I sat there against the wall, my thoughts went rapid.

How long was I going to be stuck here? What was going to happen to me in my time here? When was he going to murder me?

And the one that haunted me the most was, did anyone care or was anyone trying to find me?

I shook my head. That wasn't the appropriate thing to think about, not now. If I went into another depressive spell, I would be gone for good. Gone in my own world of misery.

I decided it would be a good idea to think of my mother. She was always so strong. She probably got herself into similar situations, right? We ran away so much you'd like it was as serious as this.

What would she do right now? Well, she would probably try to escape because I was never actually around to see the trouble she got into and she would try to get to me. Thinking past that, minus me, what would she have done?

Escape still? Wait around? Suffer?

Did it even matter what she would do? I always told myself I didn't want to be like her. It was time for me to figure out things on my own and do what I thought was best.