FlAvor

Chapter 19

WARNING: Signs of drug and slight sexual abuse (but the latter will NOT be written due to the Wattpad Sex Regulations).

I stirred awake, disoriented on where I was. An uncomfortable moan escaped my lips when I twist my body, only to feel the rope ties me in place in this chair. Goodness, these knots are tight. What the hell happened to me? I have no sense of time, especially since there aren't windows in this room. The stench in the room is almost unbearable, almost as if a cat died. I closed my eyes, blowing out a long breath. I have to get out of here.

A creaking sound cuts through my train of thought. A few barely working lights switch on, and, adjusting my eyes with the light, I meet face to face with the devil himself, standing in the doorway.

Darren strides his way over to me, hands behind his back. "She tied you up real nicely. I'll have to reward her."

I scrunch up my face in disgust. "She is a fucking lunatic! Just like you and everyone else you're around!" I'm not surprised that he's enjoying this, but it doesn't make me less pissed about it.

"Adrienne," he said mockingly. "That's not nice, baby. Foul language shouldn't come out of a mouth as pretty as yours."

"Oh, give me a damn break, Darren. Why am I here? Why did that bitch kidnap me?" I asked him, my voice raising with irritation.

He stays mute as a hard scowl forms on his face. Imagine that, once upon a time, this man use to make me smile. Make me laugh. It's almost as if we're in another universe. Polar opposites. In a sense, we were, and have always been too different. But he was better at fooling many people than I was, and used that to his advantage.

Darren walked closer, gripping on the top of the chair where my head lays. It seems fragile enough, and by the way he clenches his fists in the chair, it honestly could break in his hands. His face is inches away from mine. I can smell the alcohol on his lips. "You know, Adrienne. I did try everything to get you back. You are why I'm doing this. But nothing of what I've done has worked. Did it?"

He didn't give me a chance to respond. "I fucking tried! But you and that cracker were on your high fucking horse to see it!" As his anger builds, I slowly start to become afraid of what he actually might do to me. "So, you know what? I had to resort to taking things up a notch."

"What are going to do to me?" I whispered at him, growing anxious by the second. "Why can't you realize that we're not meant to be Darren?"

"There it is," He suddenly smiled at me, but it's a smile laced with malice. "You might not be perfect for me. But once I'm done with you, you won't be perfect for that fucker of a boyfriend either."

What does he mean by that?

"Darren, if you care any ounce for me, please don't do what you're thinking of doing," I plead, tears forming in my eyes.

"Oh, baby," he said, caressing my cheek. "I do care for you, so much. That's why I'm doing this."

A syringe pierces the side of my arm. I scream loudly, though I know no one would hear me. God, it hurt, it hurt so much. I squeeze my eyes shut from the pain he's inflicting on me. Even if I wanted to move from his grasp, these knots around my arms and legs were way too tight to fight with. "Darren, stop! What is that!?"

"Shh, it's okay, my sweet Adrienne. Just a dose of PCP, that's all. You know, I've read that the use of this drug has gone down significantly, but luckily Byron knows where to find it."

No! Please, let this be a nightmare. Tell me I'm asleep. Tell me I wasn't drugged just now.

"Why, Darren?" I said, tears falling down my face. "What's going to happen to me?"