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Chapter 43

 Chapter 43

Third person’s POV

It was just after dinner, and Jenna was getting worried. No one had seen Abigail since that morning, and all the teachers began asking students and other residents of the area if they’d seen her. Jenna put her plate and glass away and quickly ran to the lobby with the rest of the students. The teachers were explaining the events for the following day, but Jenna barely paid any attention. She looked around the lobby room, hoping to maybe find Abigail sitting in the large crowd. She sank back into her seat disappointedly when she found no trace of her.

The patience inside her was running out, and she couldn’t keep still any longer. She got up from her seat and slowly made her way to the side of the room behind a large plant. She was about to make her way out of the room when a sudden thought hit her. Was it possible that she might be with Max? He did walk her half way back to her dorm, so maybe he might be with her now. But that idea soon vanished when she saw Max sitting in one of the front row seats chatting away with one of his college friends. Jenna scratched her head, not really understanding what was going on. If Max wasn’t with her, then where was she? Could she have possibly gone back home to Yale? Jenna’s mind raced with questions, and worry rushed over her. She knew perfectly well that Abigail would never leave Jenna alone out of this; she couldn’t because she needed her help.

Jenna looked around to see if anyone was watching, then quickly made her way back to her and Abigail’s dorm. She took out her key and unlocked the door, rushing into the room with great speed, hoping to find Abigail lying down on her bed. But instead of finding her on her bed, she found her phone lying open on the floor. She frowned and bent down to pick it up. Her frown deepened when she saw what was on her screen; an ended call from Yale. She clicked it, and lucky for her she could listen to past conversations and clicked listen.

Her heart skipped a beat after she heard the conversation with Yale and Abigail; did it mean Abigail was back together with Yale and apart from Max? Her heart began to race when she heard Max speaking after the call; “You asked for it”. What could he possibly have meant by that? Jenna sighed and sat on the floor, thinking what could possibly have happened to Abigail.

Meanwhile, Abigail was trying hard to find a way of escaping. It was the second time she’d been captured by Max, but this time there was no-one to her help. And to add to that; all the escape routes were deadly traps. She looked around for some sort of way to break her apart from the tight ropes the tied her hands together. A strong piece of duct-tape covered her mouth, and her hair was in a great mess. Scars covered her red cheeks, and her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She never thought she ever get into this situation again. It was as if her life was some sort of obstacle. At times like this she wished her mum never met George. She sometimes wished her parents never divorced, and that they still lived together in their old town.

Suddenly the door opened, and a tall figure entered the room. Max’s broad figure seemed to scare her more and more, every time she saw him. His eyes narrowed when he saw her, and his face seemed to mould into an angry expression. A tear rolled down Abigail’s cheek as she realised everything in her life was ruined. After angrily ending her relationship with Max, it seemed to make him angrier than he was before. He met nothing to her than to how much Yale meant to her. Hearing his voice on the phone seemed to bring so many memories back, that she couldn’t bear to know that she was with Max, and not Yale. What hurt her most was how stupid she was to fall for Max. The fact that Yale, her mum, Tyler and her best friend told her he was bad made her want to scream. But that’d be difficult due to the duct-tape across her lips.

“Feeling tied up, eh?” Max said, chuckling. She glared at him, wishing she had an extra hand to give him the finger. She decided to keep quiet and not mutter anything like she did last time, but that didn’t seem to matter, because Max still had the nerve to rip off the duct-tape of her lips for the third time that evening. Abigail squinted her eyes, the pain being unbearable.

“I hate you,” she hissed, not caring about the consequences anymore. Max kneeled in front of her, an angry look on his face, but smirking widely. “I seriously don’t know why I didn’t listen and took advice to not date you.” Max grinned and sat down in front of her.

“That’s not my problem; just your own pure stupidity. And for your information, there’s no way I’m letting you get back with that jerk. You’re mine, and mine for as long as I like.” Abigail looked at him in disgust and turned her head away.

“I’ll never be yours again, never,” she replied, still not looking at him. “You’re a horrible person, who deserves some sort of painful punishment.” Max laughed.

“Do I now?” he said, as if he was clueless. “Or maybe it’s you that needs to be punished for upsetting your boyfriend.” He winked at her and stood up.

“I am NOT your boyfriend!” Abigail yelled, getting fed up. “I wish I never was, but it’s too late to change that. I’ll never again fall for you, you stupid-“

“Shut up,” Max muttered, putting his hand under her face and forcing. “Say another word, and you’ll regret even living.” Abigail had no choice but to keep her mouth closed, but that did not stop Max from making her feel worse than she already did. “You’re going to be mine, and your opinion will not count. I’ve fought enough already for you, and Jenna before. I’m not going to go through all that crap again. So keep your mouth closed if you want to live.” Huge tears began to fall down Abigail’s cheeks as Max leaned forward and kissed her. She couldn’t believe what she’d gotten herself into, and knowing there was probably no way out killed her. She refused to look into his eyes as he pressed harder on her lips; her hands and legs were tied up making it hard for her to push him away. All she could do was turn her face away.

“Max stop this,” she whispered, “This isn’t fair, we’re not together. Stop it.” Max chuckled and got up.

“Whatever,” he replied, “I’m going away, but I’ll be back. And I expect you to be here, and not gone like last time.”

Abigail rolled her eyes, and snorted. His behaviour was seriously beginning to annoy her. She was going to find a way out; even it meant that she got hurt. She had to skip this trip and get back to Yale, before it became too late.