Heart of Dignity

Chapter 8

My eyes failed to work as the sun rose. I felt the sunlight blind my eyes and I struggled to figure out where I was. My hands and legs are tied, and there's a dirty cloth rapped around my mouth. I looked around trying to figure out where I was and what was currently happening. I realized that I was in a moving car tied with ropes. Heartbroken, I felt my warm tears roll down my cheeks. Eliot abducted me... Everything that he said about kidnapping was true. I can't believe I loved him. I can't believe I believed he loved me back.
The car suddenly stopped moving and I heard footsteps come towards me. I looked around for a weapon. I found a baseball bat and struggling I was able to clasp it with my sweaty and shaking hands. The trunk opened and I swung the bat with all my might. An old man fell to the concrete.
"STEVE! STEVE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING" said Eliot looking at me. I could see the anger in his eyes. His eyes turned to the green serpent's eyes and back to his own.
"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT! YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU ABDUCTED ME FROM MY FAMILY!" I said fighting back my tears. "YOU..you broke my heart. You shattered me to pieces... I... I can't believe you..."
I cried my heart out. He came closer to me with a broken look worn on his face.
"I'm.. I'm sorry Sonny." He looked at me.
"I'm sorry too" I swung my bat aiming at his head then -

"If it isn't little baby Sonny Adams!" I heard a deep unpleasant voice from behind.
"Dad" said Eliot walking up to him.
"What the hell happened to Steve?" said Mr. Wilson without no concern.
"He fainted from the heat." said Eliot lying sheepishly. But why would he do that.
"I never liked the old guy anyway." said Mr. Wilson.
Eliot looked at his father with a disgusted look , and then he looked back at me.
Mr. Wilson made his way to me.
"Oh dear oh dear. These ropes must be very tight. Your wrists must be sore. Here let me help."
I looked into his eyes, and saw a deadly wolf. I pulled my hands away from his big and cold ones.
"Just like her father this little one. Impulsive, stupid, idiotic, and disgustingly ugly. Tell you what, you do have the looks however. Unlike your hideous dad!"
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ABOUT MY DAD YOU HAG! OR I WILL CUT YOU TO PIECES!" I shouted.
Eliot looked at me with fear in his eyes. Mr. Wilson smiling, came close to my face and spit on me.
"You don't know what you have just got yourself in to."
He slapped my face so hard and closed the trunk with such force, that the whole car jumped.
"What have you done Eliot." I whispered to the air.