Selfish • g.d • Amnesia #2

Why...

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Love doesn't have to be in a perfect heart you know.

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I sat at the top of the stairs. My head in my knees, replaying what has been happening in my head. He was a psychopath.  He locked me in the fucking basement for god sakes.

I look up once again and look at my surroundings. I wanted to go to the bottom of the basement but I was scared to. I stand up and flip the switch. I look down and saw shadows of what looked like furniture. I stood there. I felt as if my heart was beating a thousand miles per hour. I took the first step and heard the stair creek. I flinched in pain. As my ankle has a large bruise on it that I never noticed. I took another step. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest. While every step I took made me wench in pain. I slowly walk down. I reach the minor opening and see some of the room. There was a tv and couch. I see a mini fridge and rush down to it. I then get to the bottom of the stairs and freeze.
I look at the back wall and see pictures.
They were just any pictures. But pictures of me. They were of my face, me smiling, me sleeping, me in the shower. I go over to them and slowly touch them. I pull a picture of Melodie and I walking and talking. I grab it and put it in my pocket. I continue to graze the wall in scarce movements.
I all of the sudden hear a voice clammer to me,
"Aren't they beautiful. "
I jump back and have my back against the wall. Grayson was at the bottom of the stairs and had his hand behind his neck.
He then slowly walks to the pictures and pulls one off the wall and shows me it.
"This is my favorite one. " he says smiling.
It was a picture of me after the car accident. I had blood all over me and I looked lifeless.
I repel myself from him and say,
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
"What's wrong with me?" He says tilting his head.
He looked at me as if my words hurt him.
He laughs and says, "nothing is wrong with me accept one thing. "
He puts the picture back and turns to me saying, "I'm just in love with you."
"This isn't real love." I say forcefully.
"Oh hunny love doesn't have to be in a perfect heart you know. " he grins to me.
He begins to look at the pictures and admire them. I could've ran. But I don't know how fast I would be with my ankle.
I slowly make my way around the room and I get close to the stairs and I hear him say,
"You know. I can't let you leave right. "
I stopped right in my tracks and turned to him.
"W-What do you mean?" I say terrified.
"Well if I let you go out into the world someone will take you right from my hands." As he had a fist and opened it up. He talked to me as if I was some kind of prize. That I was a trophy and I had to stay on my shelf where I belonged.
I looked at him terrified holding my arms to my chest. He turned to me and my eyes got wide. He had a huge smile plastered on his face and it looked as if he had bruises all over him.
I wanted to run. Just run and not stop. But he was the wall I would hit and not go any further.
"Your dad is very violent." He said proudly
I felt tears swell up in my eyes as he said that.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" I ask
"well, your dad and mom came looking for you and I said I had no clue where you were. And that I hadn't seen you since you left with Melodie. But then he said that I dragged you away from mel and your lunch date. Which is bogus because I asked you to come and you disobeyed me. And then he got mad because I said that you were being a brat and wouldn't come with me. And then he attacked me. I would've probably knocked him out if it wasn't for your mother pulling him away. " he looked at me all smug.
I was with a psychopath. He was delusional. I needed to get out of here. I then turned and booked it up the stairs. My ankle hurt but my will to get out of there was greater. I skipped stairs quickly and right as I turned the nob on the handle I see it's locked. I look down to see Grayson holding the keys and smiling.
He stood there waving them in my face as if I was a dog waiting for the toy to be thrown. I then turn to the door and slam my body into it. It slightly breaks and I do it one more time with more force. I broke it open and Grayson was rushing up the stairs.
I ran for the front of my house. I got the the door and unlocked it. I ran out about to yell for help but a pair of arms grasped me. One covering my mouth. I bit on the hand hard. He pulled out him hand and I begun to scream for help. The neighborhood was silent. I felt as if I was alone. I continue to try and get out of Grayson's grasp and he pulls me back into the house. He closes and locks the door. his hand I bit into had a little bit of blood dripping down it.
I felt hopeless because of that. I wanted to escape but I barely could get out of the front door without him catching me.
I try and squirm my way away from him but it was no use. I started to get away when he stepped on my bruise. I screamed loudly in pain. I look up at him. He had a straight face but you could feel his aroma that said to you he wanted bloodshed.
I looked at him terrified. A tear goes down my face but I still look at him the same way.
His head drops and he reaches out and picks me up. As he picks me up he I flinch out of fear.
He says after I flinch, "I'm not going to hurt you...."
he pauses a bit and whispers lightly, "yet."

I begin to panic and squirm. He restrains me but I continue to try. He was a lot stronger than me. Most of all me being in the hospital for two years I lost a lot of my muscle.

I couldn't let this happen to me.