The Favour (COMPLETE)

Chapter 10.

Leyla

His hooded eyes are staring right into mine, staining that look of loathing and self satisfaction into my brain. I don't understand why he is taking so long this time, before it had always been quick. The pulling of a trigger, the slashing of the knife but this time it's like he's being more precise.
"Please," I mumble through my tears. I'm tied to a chair, the rope is cutting into my wrists and I can feel blood dripping off my finger tips.
"Is that all you can say?" He hisses bringing his face close to mine. Today his nose is like a bulb and his bottom lip is larger than his upper lip and his hair is in a crew cut, but those eyes are still the same.
"Please," I feel like I'm a record on repeat. It is all I can say.
"Don't even want to find out what I did to your poor mummy and daddy?" His voice is thick with the pleasure of seeing me squirm. I didn't even know he knew my parents. What does he mean?
"Please," I can't form the words to ask him they keep getting stuck in my throat. I want to scream at him, to spit in his face and find out what he means.
"Shame really, to waste such promising lives," he caresses my cheek with his boney finger a smirk spreading on his lips.
"Please," I try to ask him what he means but I just can't. I feel so infuriated with myself, with this man, with whatever is going on here. I don't understand what is happening or why it is happening to me.
"Please what?" He mocks me taking a step back withdrawing a gun from his pocket.
"Please please please please please please," I stutter stomping my feet against the floor as the guy laughs maniacally at my impairment and I try to work my wrists free of the rope.
"Leyla," it doesn't sound like the guy in front of me and his lips didn't even move. Maybe it's my subconscious helping me.
"Please," I feel like a fish out of water, the gills flapping wildly trying to get oxygen into their little bodies but unable to succeed because they need water.
"Leyla," the two voices mould into one. The guys guttural tone and this other lighter pitched tone. I feel my arm fly forward.

Suddenly I feel my hand contact something soft and feel my hand force it to the side. As my eyes adjust to the small amount of light being emitted from the doorway I see Rahul Khanna blinking his eyes wildly and rubbing his cheek.
"Jeez Leyla," Rahul says turning to look at me his eyes wide.
"Rahul Khanna I am so so sorry," I put my hands over my mouth to cover my shock. I swear I had struggled my wrist free and planted a slap on the other guy's face.
"Seriously what the hell?" Rahul looks just as shocked as I do, "where did you learn to slap like that?" He open and closes his jaw grimacing a little at the pain.
"You should put some ice on it," I say scrabbling to get out of bed. I rush into the kitchen-diner and rummage around in the freezer draw for something to put on Rahul's face. I find a bag of sweetcorn and decide that it'll serve it's purpose. I grab a hand towel from by the sink and wrap the sweetcorn in it turning around and handing it to Rahul who is sitting on a stool by the breakfast bar. He smiles in thanks and puts the cool fabric on his face.
"What the hell was happening to you?" Rahul whispers across the counter, "I thought you'd left your TV on or summit but then I came in to turn it off and you were just repeating the word please over and over again!" It would be too complicated to tell Rahul. He didn't need to know about my sleeping habits. I had tried so hard to stay awake to avoid a situation like this from happening but that hadn't worked! The TV must have a standby on it because I swear I was watching it before I evidently fell asleep. I just feel so angry at myself. Why couldn't I speak? What is wrong with me? That dream-that nightmare-had been totally different from all the others. I wasn't running from him, I didn't feel like I could escape, I couldn't speak! He kept talking about my parents. What does he know about my parents? The one time I really need to be able to speak and I fuck up!
"Leyla?" Rahul's voice derails my train of thought.
"Did nobody ever tell you not to wake someone up when they're having a nightmare?" I say harshly before turning and going back to the guest room. I just feel so confused about life right now!