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Chapter Seven

  I woke up uncomfortably handcuffed to a bed, I couldn't remember where I was. Oh yeah, I was fucking kidnapped. I looked around to see if there was anything in here that could get me out of these damn handcuffs before Zachary came back. I couldn't believe he thought he could play this game with me, like I wouldn't know it was him. This fucking idiot.  Out of no where i felt a vibration, this guy couldn't be that much of an amateur that he didn't check for a phone but I wouldn't complain. Maybe now I'd have a chance of escaping. Since my wrists were really tiny and had been sweating since I was in this stuffy ass basement with barely any windows I could try and slip my arms through.

He didn't put the cuffs around my arms to tight but the ones on my ankles were going to leave a rash.. I could tell. It took me a few minutes but I managed to slip out of them. I looked around on the side dresser and surprisingly I found one, this guy was making this way too easy for me. I took off those stupid handcuffs and looked around at all the blood that surrounded my body. I pulled out my phone and Zayn's contact was already up so I called but there was no answer. I quickly hung up and called back again but there was still no answer so I left him a voice mail.

"Zayn it's me, please help.. I'm trapped in Zachary's basement." 

I said and then I quickly hung up. I began to hear footsteps, he was coming back.. what the fuck should I do I felt trapped. The foot steps were getting closer and closer to me and my mind was going berserk. I searched for a weapon of any sort but all I could find was the knife he used to cut me with all my blood on it and a bunch of used needles. The knife would have to do. The sound of the footsteps came closer and closer. I could barely see anything but the crack from under the door brought a little light. I stood on the side of the staircase waiting for him to come down so I could make my move. 

"Alyssa honey, are you awake" he yelled in that sick twisted little voice of his. 

he began to laugh, what the fuck could he find comical at this moment. All I could think about was the right moment, when I should attack this sick bitch. He slowly made his way down the steps, taking one step at a time dragging his hands on the wall. For a sick demented person he sure did walk fucking slow. He finally made it down the steps and went towards the bed, just sitting there. Why was he just sitting there. I slowly crept behind him making no noise and barely even breathing. My plan was to stab him in the neck since that would just finish him off instantly. I was right at his neck but before I could reach in to stab him he spoke

. "I know you're behind me my sweet girl." he said to me calmly. "Go ahead, stab me.. I know that's what you're planning to do. I know you can't hurt me, I'm your first love, you love me too much." he said. He was one cocky son of a bitch, I did love him but now I have no love in my heart for this sick bastard.

"If that helps you sleep at night." I said to him. I reached up with the knife and aimed for his neck but he moved as the doorbell rang and I missed and ended up stabbing his shoulder. What the fuck. Why can't things ever go my way. We both raced for the door, I was going to get out of here. For someone who just got stabbed he was moving pretty fast. I tried my hardest to run up the steps without falling. I was so dizzy because I had lost so much blood I could barely walk straight. 

I thought I was going to make it but as soon as I got up the last step he managed to pull me back down, I tried my hardest to hold on but he just wouldn't budge. I kicked, screamed, and hollered as loud as I could be he kept on fighting me.  I couldn't believe this was actually happened. We tossed and turned on the floor for about two minutes both struggling to get the upper hand of our little fight. He crawled towards the bed and grabbed for the knife that I had stabbed him with. 

"Get ready to die bitch" He said out of breath.

I was fighting for my life right now, my brain wasn't even processing. The knife was so close to my throat but it wasn't on contact with my skin. I fought as hard as I could to keep that knife from going into my throat, I wouldn't let this be the end of me. I felt my arms weakening, I couldn't hold him off for that much longer. The knife came closer and closer and if I moved it would cut me but I was still trying to put up a fight. I was trying my hardest but I don't know if my hardest could keep me alive right now. I had to give up, this was going to be it. This would be my last moment, and Zachary would be the last person that I saw.