Unbreakable

captive

I had over slept. Yes, you heard me right. I had over slept! When I woke up this morning, light was coming in through the window and I saw Jordan putting on his tuxedo while doing his tie in the mirror. I jolted myself up and smelt the same Vanilla smell tickle my nose as it's fragrance roamed through the room.

"Morning honey" he told me looking at me through the mirror. I was breathing long and hard, while still hating myself for falling asleep. I was getting married today. Without my family to be here for me, my father won't be able to walk me down the aisle, my mother's tears won't be with joy either. He was scaring me more and more each day with each passing second of every minute in the day of the weeks. He was obsessed with me, which terrified me to a maximum. If I died, he would probably make a shrine of me with pictures he took of me while I'm sleeping or walking to school with Vanilla scented candles roaming everywhere and white roses floating on the pictures...scary stuff. It's sweet, but creepy in a stalker-ish way. The bed felt soft as usual since I broke into it a lot if you catch my drift. The springs I could feel as they bounced me off of the mattress, giving me a push to stand up and get ready for my nightmare. My hearing was silent for just the prickling second, until I heard the dreadful doorbell ring in my ears which signaled that the priest was hear under ruling and not choice.

"Go get that for me will you please" Jordan told me and I nodded my head, retreating to answer the door. My feet stumbled down the steps as I saw my life flash before my eyes, memories lingering in my head. I placed the key in the lock and turned it, the key that Jake had given me before I left the room, and it came open to see a man who seemed regretful.

"Hello" I told him politely and gestured him to walk inside. He smiled and nodded his head, but still didn't seem too happy about the arrangements, don't worry, neither am I. His eyes would trail off from the room and look at me once in a while, making me uncomfortable. I couldn't marry him today. I couldn't marry him at all, but I had to in order to save mine and the baby's life. Mrs. Klhoe Bagans. Not a name I would get used to. Ever. My hands roamed on the dress, smoothing it out since sleeping in it.

"So are you the bride?" he asked me after 2 minutes of silence. I nodded my head. "Oh, well shouldn't you be getting dressed for your-um-wedding"

A sigh escaped my mouth and I crossed my arms over my chest. "This is my wedding dress...Jake picked it out" I told him. My eyes stared at the stairs, waiting for my future stupid husband to return and come down stairs. I gulped down a heaping of anxiety and began to make a conversation of the priest.

"Listen...I don't want to get married I don't even want to be here. So can you please help me?" I pleaded to him. He turned to me with his arms crossed over his chest, a serious look given to me.

"No can do princess. Jake is my best friend" he told me. I scoffed at him and turned around, hearing the small steps of him coming down the stairs. I couldn't do this. Marry him. Have his child. Be his wife forever. I was going to die from going psychotic in this place if I never got fresh air.

Underneath my breath I muttered, "I'm not a princess because if I was, I'd have my happily ever after. Not this"

"Hello beautiful" a whisper came in my ear, sending me chills down my back and goosebumps spreading over my arms and legs.

"Hello" I whispered back and felt the pressure of lips come down on my head.

"Jordan...I don't want to tell you this man, but she told me to help her out. She said that she didn't even want to get married to you." the big-mouthed priest said. I whipped around to look at him and my eyes glared darkly into his.

"Excuse me?" Jordan said in shock taking a step toward him.

"She asked me to help her escape...but I said No because your my best friend and best friends tell the truth when bitches like her try to fool you" he insulted me causing Jordan to take another step forward angrily as if he was going to slap him, but ended up swinging backwards and smacking me in the face. My hand went to my face quickly and my other arm tried to block his next strike at me.

"Is this true Khloe?" he demanded from me. I was to afraid things might go haywire from here because I could sense that calamity would be uprising soon. My mouth went numb and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck rose in fear. I just sat there dumbfounded on the floor, pressing my hand to my cheek gaping at him like a fish in a mini aquarium that eventually went mental from being caged in so long.

"I-I don't know" my voice said in barely a whisper. It sounded like an eerie ghost's cry in the night that no one heard.

"Speak up dear I can't hear you" he yelled at me, leveling his eyes with mine. My heart quickened and in that moment when I looked at him, my mind wandered off and thought of Matt. He was my best friend, the only reason why I hadn't killed Mr. Bagans in his sleep yet. He was the reason why I woke up every morning, the thought in my head that ran clear over and over again, the reason I hadn't killed myself from misery, he was the reason why I was happy for so long because if I hadn't met Matt...I would surely already be 6 feet under.

I got all the courage it took in my voice and felt my mouth tighten as I said these words, "Yes, it's true". My other cheek went numb as a swing of his fist bombarded me unexpectedly. The fierce blow struck me as if a tiger just targeted me as prey and leaped on my face.

"You ungrateful little whore!" he shouted in my face. "I've given you love, compassion, a family, and food and you can't learn to love anyone can you? God, what a selfish bitch you truly are" his voice screamed at me as tears pierced the floor from my wet eyes. "And to think I would want to even marry you" he added with venom dripping on his words. My throat ran dry and began to sting as I felt salty tears run past my crisp lips. He gripped my arm tightly and began to pace fast toward a board in the floor. A black lock was on it, securing whatever he was keeping down there and a black hearted key was pulled from his pocket, then he clicked it in place and turned it. It snapped open and he pulled the door to unveil cemented stairs and cobwebs festooned on the walls and corners of this basement he had. He pushed me down the nightmare of hard stairs and I collapsed on my back, a moan escaping my rotting throat.

He pulled out a chair and held me down in it as he tied my hands together and binded my legs. The rope was as tight as a boa constructor crushing my limp bones before swallowing me whole. I was kicking as hard as I could, but the more I kicked, the more beatings I got from him so I just stopped fighting it.

"Now listen to me. You will stay down here and you will regret ever being born" he growled at me, 2 inches in front of my face. His breath was hot on my face and it smelled so so gross. He had placed a white strong bandanna in my mouth and wrapped it around the back of my head so I couldn't speak. I could feel small beads of sweat cascade down my face slowly, and I just gave up from then on.

I knew he wasn't going to kill me.
He was only going to torture me some more.
To think my favorite English class could be evil still escaped my mind, because I am going to escape this place, whether it's easy or not.
Because of zak I had gained hope.
Because of zak I had gained faith.
And because of zak I had learned to fall completely in love with him.