My attempt at escaping failed miserably. Instead I was bound in rope, my ankles tied together as well as my wrists. I've been forced to travel with Taylor in his truck, and stay at various motels across the city because he can't afford a real place to live.
"Let me go Taylor! I've had enough of you! I just want out! Please, let me go." I desperately cried at the top of my lungs whilst struggling to escape the tight grip of the rope.
He stood in front of me. Topless, in baggy low waisted jeans. He stood in the door way smoking a cigarette, evilly smirking at me.
Taylor made his way to me and knelt down so he was in my face. "Why would I let you go baby?" He grinned as he took a drag from his cigarette before rudely blowing it into my face.
"I hate you." I firmly said, spitting in his lightly bearded face. Immediately I regretted my action, knowing the consequence wouldn't be worth while.
He stood up slowly, wiping the spit from his face. "You know that was a mistake, right, baby girl?"
"I'm not you're 'baby girl'." I mumbled.
"Oh what was that babe? Repeat it?"
"Nothing." I quietly said, lowering my head, looking to the ground.
Taylor began erratically pacing around he room shaking his head. "You're being a brave girl today May." He coldly chuckled whilst taking a final drag of his cigarette before violently throwing it on the dirty carpet and stamping on it with his black tattered boots.
He picked up a glass bottle of half drank beer from the dressing table opposite the bed.
"What the hell are you doing Taylor? What is wrong with you. You can't just keep me! I'm not yours!" I shouted hoping he would come to his senses.
Taylor swigged from the bottle before throwing it against the wall smashing it, glass flying left, right and centre, I flinched. "Now, now Mabel you stay here. Not like you can go anywhere anyway! I'm too hilarious am I right?" He came over to me once again and knelt down staring into my eyes. "I gotta go and make a 'collection', he air quoted. "If you know what I mean. My guy is only the front so hopefully I won't be long. Don't you want to give me a kiss goodbye?"
I ignored his offer and looked away from him, closing my eyes. I felt a cold metal like object poking on my stomach. I looked down, my eyes widening with fear.
Taylor looked at the silver shining gun and then looked me in the eyes. "Wanna change your answer?" He coldly smiled.
I looked once more down at the gun and then to the ground. I tilted my head up and barely pressed my lips against his.
"That's better." He mumbled whilst he pushed his lips harder against mine.
"Go to hell, Taylor." I replied, pulling away from him, fearing what would happen next.
He rose from the ground and made his way to the door whilst sliding the weapon into a pocket of his khaki bottoms. He opened the door. "Don't try anything Mabel." He demanded, slamming the door behind him.
He was gone. For now. I panicked, not knowing what to do next. There was no point in shouting for help, our room was in a hallway far from where anyone could hear.
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Safe || Nick Robinson fan fiction
Fanfiction"I won't let them get you May, you've got me now, ok?" Nick said, as he stared into my eyes moving closer. "Promise?" I asked. "Promise."
