Taken

Chapter 6

He came in with a bowl of soup, again.

"I don't want that," I said. I was tired of it.

"You eat what I give you," he said leaving it on the bedside table. He was rich and could buy any food he wanted but yet he always had chicken soup.

"I'm going to throw up if I do. My stomach is tired of it." I said giving it a disgusted face. I was never eating chicken soup ever again.

"That's all I can cook," he said.

"I can cook," I suggested. He looked at me thinking whether if he should let me or not.

"Fine," he said. He lifted me up from the bed and pulled me towards the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and spotted a few veggies, ham and few eggs. I wasn't sure what I was going to make but I stalled. I searched for a knife and started cutting a tomato. As soon as Ryan stopped watching me and took a seat, I ran to the door with the knife in my hand.

"Fuck!" He cursed and ran after me. I didn't look back as I ran, that would only slow me down but I could hear his footsteps close behind me. I finally reached the door and it was locked. Just as I took the lock off and managed to open the door a few centimeters, he pushed me hard against the door causing it to close.

I shifted my body so I could face him, and drew the knife towards him.

"Don't get near me," I said focusing on him. He took a step back.

"Put the knife down," he demanded. I felt pleased. He looked scared of me. I was in control now.

I stepped forward so I could be able to open the door from behind me. He stepped back with his hands raised a bit.

"Bay, put it down," he said once more. I opened the door. I watched him closely waiting to see if he'll make a move. He doesn't. I take a few steps backwards keeping an eye on him. Once I see he doesn't follow, I turn around running straight to escape.

For some reason I expected to see houses around but there was woods surrounding the house. I didn't know which direction to run. I heard him calling me and I figured he started running to catch me. I darted in any direction, all that was going through my head was to get as far away from him as possible.

There seemed to be no sign of roads or people anywhere. I looked back only to find him a few feet behind me. He looked mad and I knew if he caught me, I would be in so much trouble.

I ran further into the woods hoping that I would find a road or people. But it felt as if I was in the middle of nowhere.

"Bay you can't go far, I know these woods better than you do," he called from a distance. He sounded far away. I guess I had lost him. I turned around and he wasn't in sight. Yes, I'm going to be free.

I continued running. But the more I ran the less I was closer to a road. There was literally nothing but trees. I stopped running and hid behind a tree. I was too tired to continue. It was getting dark which made it more scary. If I couldn't find my way when I was able to see, there was no way I was finding a way in the dark.

I heard the rustling of the leaves and twigs cracking. He was close.

At least I still had the knife. I closed my eyes hoping he would go away. But he got closer and closer. This was it.

It all happened fast. He pulled me by my arm that wasn't holding the knife. With my other hand I lunged the knife in his arm which made him curse and yell but he still didn't free me.

"Son of a bitch!" He said and pulled me closer and with the hand that he was now bleeding from he tried to take away the knife I was holding with my life.