Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Another Rule

My feet drug on the carpet beneath me, stomach flipping as I lazily walked out of the bedroom.

This hallway. One door leads to the basement, the other leads to the bathroom. I shuffled through the corridor as quickly as possible.

I didn't want to think about the basement right now.

"If you ever yell at me like that again, you're going to wish you were dead."

James' words echoed throughout my head. They pounded against my skull.

I reached up, grabbing a handful of my own hair, tugging at it.

Maybe this will help me forget. Maybe this will distract me the same way the cuts distracted me from my OCD.

My OCD.

That's why I'm obsessing over his words, I haven't taken my medication.

My feet entangled together, my body lunged forward.

Catching myself, I tugged the waistband of my black skinny jeans, trying to pull them up. They didn't exactly fit. Afterall, James is skinnier and taller than I am.

"There you are, beautiful," James' voice said. I couldn't tell where he was.

Dark circles surrounded the edges of my vision. My head was swimming, my fingers trembled.

"Jordy, baby," James cooed, grabbing onto my hand. I turned to face him.

I couldn't see out of the corners of my eyes. Tunnel vision, is what my mom used to call it.

"I don't feel good," I whispered.

"Come eat, it'll help," James pulled on my wrist.

"No, James I really-"

"Don't fight me, come sit down. I'm already loosing patience with you today, Jordan."

"Yes, James."

Sitting down on a wooden stool, I reminded myself I had to get on James' good side, or the plan would never work. I burried my head in my hands, trying to block out my own thoughts.

James raped me.

Tom might've cheated on me.

Tucker hates me.

No one is searching for me.

"Here you are," James smiled, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of me. Heat emitted from the bowl, warming my skin.

My forehead was dripping sweat. I tried my best to slow my breathing as my body began to convulse.

Studying James carefully, I watched as he took a sip of his tea.

I glanced around the dimly lit kitchen. Curtains covered every window, each door had deadbolt, requiring that stupid key to get past any room.

"Eat," James demanded.

My whole body hurled forward as I dry heaved.

"What are you so upset about?" James questioned, plucking me off the stool. He threw my body over his shoulder, returning to the bedroom.

Laying me on the bed, he threw the covers on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I choked out, lifting my head.

James' open hand swung across my face. The room spun, as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Stop fucking questioning me. It's annoying," he hissed, sitting on the bed beside me.

I let out a quiet moan. My eyes burned, my head pounded, and now my jaw ached.

"Sorry... I don't like questions," James mumbled.

Resting my head against the pillow, I felt droplets of sweat roll into my hair.

"James," I whispered.

"Shhh, baby... I'm not going to hurt you."