Ready To Run

Chapter 2

Skye's POV:

I can't believe he told Eli that I was pregnant! Who does he think he is? All night I have been hearing, "Congrats" "Is it a boy or a girl?" "Don't miscarry!" I just want to slap him! It is such a crap of an excuse. Soon his mates will be looking for a bump or some sort of evidence. What bullshit lie will he make up then? "Oh she miscarried. We are very sad." He can be the one to break it to everyone because he was the one who brought us into this mess in the first place and I'm sick of his crap.

Looking around our once immaculate living room, it has transformed into a drunken scene. There's bottles all over the carpet, valuables broken, food on the walls and guys in every direction. Sitting here on the sofa I must look like the only sane person in this household. I catch sight of Eli amongst the crowd with his blond hair sticking out like a sore thumb. Once I catch his eye he makes his way over to me with a concerned look on his flawless face.

"Hey. You all good?," he asks and thankfully he is sober. I'm really not in the mood to talk to some drunk pisshead.

"I'm coping," I manage to say. Eli and I go way back. He is the only one who knows about what Zain has done to me. We first met in a local club a couple of months after Zain forced me to move to Sydney, Australia with him. Zain disappeared to go and smoke some weed and some creepy old man tried to make a move on me. Eli stepped in and told the guy what for and since then we have always relied on each other when we are going through a rough patch. He has always been there for me and he can do way better than being mates with Zain.

"Look. I know your not pregnant. Sometimes all that falls from that guys mouth is bullshit. Now what really happened?" He grabs my hand, placing it in his and he squeezes it reassuringly.

"Can we go somewhere, a bit more private?," I beg with pleading eyes.

"Sure," he replies with a warm smile as he leads me through the kitchen to the back door.

"Where the fuck do you think you two are going?," Zain states, appearing from the crowd of people, completely blocking the back door.

"Skye just needs some fresh air," declares Eli, saving me from my horrible lying skills.

"And why do you need to accompany her?," questions Zain.

"Well you know. It's a party with people half pissed. She can't be left vulnerable and all by herself," suggests Eli, saving me once again.

"Five minutes. Then I think it's time for Skye to get her beauty sleep," orders Zain and Eli gives me a concerned glance. It's only 9.00 and he's telling me to go to bed. What is wrong with him? He needs to be slapped back into reality. As we make our way through the back door and onto the porch, Eli pats the seat beside him. Once I seat myself I explain everything from over the last week. As I tell him every horrific part day by day, his expression goes from concerned to worried and angry.

"So he just locked you in the cupboard so you can't escape?," asks Eli with shocked eyes.

"Yeah. Basically. One meal a day and you would be lucky if I'm ever allowed out. This is the first time in seven days. I'm trying to take in everything again before he shuts me back in there. Eli, what if I never get let out of that stupid cupboard again?," I ask trying to hold back the tears that are going to flow out any minute now.

"Hey. Hey," he coos, pulling me into his chest. "I will make sure that won't happen. That asshole needs to be taught a lesson," threatens Eli and I can feel him tense behind me.

"No Eli. If he finds out I've told you, he will hurt me. Worse than he ever has before," I say trying to persuade him not to tell Zain. If Zain ever found out that I told someone he most likely would murder me.

"Okay. So how about when he leaves tomorrow, I break in and get you out. Then we can escape and get you somewhere safe?," suggests Eli.

"Do you think we can pull it off. I mean if not Zain is going to be fuming," I state.

"He's going to be fuming either way. Anything's a try. I mean, look at you," he examines my bruised arm. "He's turning you into a walking wound Skye. We need to go to the police."

"No. We can't go there. Zain could take them down easy. Especially if he is fuming. I don't want to put other people at risk," I say panicked.

"It's their job Skye. But if you don't want to go to them we won't. Only on one condition though," he puts his pinky out. "If Zain finds you, please ring the police."

I enter lock my pinky with his. "Deal, and the laundry window is always open." And for the first time in years a smile manages to appear on my lips, but it's soon broken when Zain barges through the door cussing. He's drunk. When Zain gets drunk, he's aggressive. His eyes immediately travel to where Eli's arm is draped around my shoulders and a hunt of anger flares up in his eyes. I look up at Eli for help but my eyes suddenly flicker back to Zain.

"What the fuck is going on here?!," yells Zain, going red in the face.

"Za-," I start.

No, I don't want to fucking hear it Skye!," he screams as he stalks over to me, grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards him roughly.

"And you," he points a bony finger towards Eli. "Stay away from Skye. You are no good for her!," he barks.

"Me? Look at yourself you dick. No guy should ever, ever hurt his girlfriend like that!," Eli fires back now on his feet.

"What would you know?!," Zain's fist connects with Eli's face and if I don't stop him now he may knock Eli out. I race towards Zain and grab his arm but he doesn't budge.

"Zain stop!," I yell. Still nothing. Without thinking I gather up all of the strength I have and kick him in the shin. He turns abruptly and slaps me around the face leaving a burning sensation rippling through my cheek.

"You little slut," he spits as he slaps me again and again repeatedly.

Eli goes in to strangle Zain but he is to fast for Eli. "Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of here. You will never, ever step foot in this house ever again!," threatens Zain as a bet up Eli leaves the house.

"Get upstairs you skank," cusses Zain as he pushes me inside.

Once inside, the scene unfolds around me. It looks twice as bad as it did when I left. Zain steps in front of me and shoves a group of guys out of the way, so I can access the staircase. He catches a guy checking me out and as I step past Zain knocks him flat to the ground. I turn around and give the guy a sympathetic look, but I am soon whirled around by Zain's hand connecting with my cheek again.

"Stop being a whore and focus on getting to the bedroom. One simple instruction. How fucking hard is it?," he orders. Catching hold of my arm, he tugs me up the stairs and into our bedroom. Saying goodbye to my last glance of torture, he nudges me into the cupboard and seals the door shut, leaving me enclosed in complete twilight.

Hopefully this time tomorrow I will be free. Free from pain. Free from torture and free from Zain. The tornado that stormed in and blew away every single piece of my life. But there is one thing that I know, even from sitting here in utter obscurity, being caged from the world. This time, I'm ready to run.