Ready To Run

Chapter 1

1 week later

Skye's POV:

All I can see is black. My hands and feet are firmly bound together with what feels like rope. My head is pounding in excruciating pain and from what I can smell my mouth is muffled with a hygienic cloth and not a cruddy rag.

But I'm breathing. I'm actually breathing! Why is it so dark? As I sit up in a comfortable position I feel the familiar cold metal handle of our wooden wardrobe door. Since my hands are useless I use my elbows to open the door handle but it won't budge. The bastard! He has locked me in here. As I sit back down on the frigid, dense floor of the wardrobe I hear Zain's familiar voice cussing to someone on the phone. Probably a drug dealer.

"No mate. There is no way she is escaping me now. The lock on the door should do the trick. She has no phone for help and she is probably to battered and bruised to move anyway," he chuckles to the person on the phone, but I'm a lot stronger than he thinks I am.

"Right mate. I better go. Feed the vicious thing before I starve her to death," adds Zain. Well he has already attempted to kill me plenty of other times, I realize.

The lock on the door soon starts to clatter and as Zain shoves open the rackety door crisp light streams in overpowering the black that lay here seconds ago. "Hey beautiful," says Zain tucking an abandoned piece of hair behind my ear. "How are you feeling?," he asks, sarcasm left in the air between us.

I reply with "How do you think I feel you asshole," but it just comes out as a muffled noise.

"What was that? I can't hear you? Could you speak up a little," he taunts, receiving a glare from me. "Feisty today aren't you? Right here's some food. Eat it," he demands as he removes my gag and the ropes that are tangled around my wrists.

I examine the food in front of me. Some brownie. Wow, real nutritional. Probably filled with some of his cannabis supply. As hungry as I am, I'm not gonna touch it. I nudge the plate back in Zain's direction and he shrugs in response. "Starve for all I care," he says as he bounds my wrists together and fastens the gag around my mouth.

"We are going out tonight," he tells me and all I can think of is him showing me off like some doll. "It's one of my mates birthdays and you're coming with me. Got it?"

I nod my head thinking that there will be some sort of drugs and alcohol involved as he unfastens the ropes on my legs so I can get out of this damned wardrobe. Zain helps me up and I test out my jelly like legs that have been bound together for what feels like years. As I adjust to walking on them, Zain selects an outfit for me to wear to this party. Thankfully he settles on something appropriate. My treasured pair of faded denim jeans, my floral crop top and my white leather converse.

Well, what are you waiting for? Put them on," he orders as he ushers me into the bathroom.

I slip into my jeans which used to fit but now they are sloppy in most areas due to my lack of eating. Sliding my crop top over my head I soon realise I will need something to cover my bony arms due to the bruises that dress them. Once I pull on my converse I take a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes have clouded, dark rings around them and I'm as ghastly looking as the walls. I fossick around in the bathroom cupboard until I finally come across my make-up container. Opening the lid I take a peek inside to find the interior bare. Well, looks like no make-up for me then.

I take one last brief glance in the mirror and step out of the bathroom. Once I enter the living room I find Zain hunched over on the couch, engrossed in his phone. He slowly gazes up from his phone, not fazed by my appearance because he drops his head and carry's on twiddling away.

After what feels like hours of silence he finally breaks it. "Change of plans. The party has been changed to our place so make sure you're on your best behaviour." His eyes never left his phone and I can't help but notice the smug smile he has plastered on his face.

"So? Thought about this break up have you?," he query's and finally places his phone roughly on the old oak coffee table.

"No. I meant every single word I said." Hopefully that got through to him.

"Ouch," he says placing a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt.

"Yeah. The truth does hurt, so has it come through to you that we are done, or are you still trying to process it?," I respond with more attitude than I intend to. Shocked by my harsh words he stands up and makes his way over to me. I can't help but worry about what he is going to do to me next. What hasn't he done to me?

"You stupid bitch," he spits as I turn my attention to my feet so I don't have to see the way his face is twisting with anger. "Look at me!," he yells as he roughly places his finger under my chin and nudges it so my eyes meet his. Our conversation is soon interrupted.

"Zain man! Haven't seen you in a while." A familiar lanky, blond guy barges through the front door soon realising that he has interrupted something. "Oh. Do you want me to come back?"

"Eli! Happy birthday dude and no we were just discussing how we were going to break the news to you that Skye and I are having a baby together!," says Zain surprising both Eli and I. Zain locks his eyes with mine and I give him the most fake smile that I can conjure up.

"Congratulations to you both! Oh what a surprise. I am so happy for you!," he exclaims as he bear hugs Zain leaving me sitting awkwardly on the couch.

"It was a big surprise but I'm sure Zain is happy despite his reaction when I first told him," and Zain's face drains in colour rapidly. Interrupting all three of us from our intimate conversation a clump of Eli's friends come crashing through the door already half tipsy, carrying boxes of beer and other various types of alcohol.

"Come meet some of my mates," Eli yells as he grabs my arm and pulls me over to the cluster of guys. Studying Zain's reaction is priceless and just to piss him off even more I give him a sneaky wave and saunter off towards Eli.