A Broken Future.

What She Perceives as Luck

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Chapter Four
{▪What She Perceives as Luck▪}

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At some point I fell asleep. How, I could never tell you, I must have been drained completely. My eyes adjust to the almost complete darkness that engulfs the room as I try to look around. The television mounted to the wall makes no sound but is the only light that illuminates the room. With that little flick of light, I can see a person sitting in the chair across from me. He's curled in a ball and he seems to be the same person who abducted me. 

 The only other thing I can see in the room is a small pile of bags sitting by the door. I pull at my arms and find them still bound to the poll at the top of my head. I try tugging but they are tied to tight and it only results in more rope burn. There is no way I could get this rope undone. I'm still in my same pajamas, which trust me I'm thankful for, but they are thin and still wet and I'm freezing. There isn't a blanket within any distance that I could reach so the only other option I have is waking "Him" up.

 I gather as much courage as I can and then yell "asshole get up". He shifts just a little before going back to sleep. What the fuck. I think to myself it's like they want me to escape. The fucker is such a heavy sleeper. "Fuckface" I yell "GET UP". Still only little movement. "Asshat, dick breathe, ass face" I screech all the profanity taunts I know at him. After about four more he finally groans and sits up rubbing his eyes. 

In the blue light of the t.v. he looks kind of hot in his sleepy haze."wait.....wtf Harley" I think "first of all he abducted you, then he shot your fiancé ,who, not to mention ,has probably out there looking for you......if. If is alive" my thoughts get sad when I remember poor henry. I come back to reality when I hear another grunt and a yawn.

 "Hey douchebag. I'm cold" I spit. He laughs a deep chuckle and walks over to my couch. He kneels down in front of me talking my face and squeezing it in his large monster hand. "She's still got some fight in her" he says against my ear sending chills down my spine. "I like it" he says standing up" but trust me you won't for long". 

He shuffles into another room and I can hear him rummaging around. I whimper to myself and curl up in a ball trying to get warmer. Every time I try to be strong I get scared easily. I'm such a wimp. He comes back out holding a thick blanket and a small key. "Do you want to sleep in the bed or out here" he mumbles. The bed sounds nice but this way I'm closer to the door plus the room doors lock and don't open without I key......I should know. 

"I'm fine here" I say in a low voice, keeping my head down. He throws the blanket on top of me and shoves the key in his pocket. He then shuffles back to his.....Henrys, chair and plops down into a ball. That must be the key to my handcuffs I say making a mental note, but how could I possibly get them.

 Suddenly it hits me.

 "Hey" I say in a low voice, almost a whisper. He doesn't take his gaze from the television. "I have to pee" I squeak louder. He looks at me with an annoyed expression taking over his face. "It can't wait" he growls. "No" I shake my head lying. He huffs standing up from his position on the chair. He shuffles over and pulls the key from his pocket.

 He grips both of my wrist in one of his hands, take of one cuff, unloops it from the poll and then recuffs me. He wraps a chain around the middle of the cuffs and holds it in his hands. I feel like a dog on a leash. He yanks the cuffs forward making me walk beside him.

He's much taller than me standing maybe 6'3 compared to my measly 5 feet. I try to reach forward to his pocket but can't. His pocket is a little too far out of reach. I pretend to stumble forward and almost fall my hands reaching forward to grab him for stability. With as much precision as I can, I dive for his pocket shoving my hand inside. I just barely grab the key before he pulls me back up. 

 "What the hell" he growls staring darts into my soul. My eyes grow wide......Shit he knows I have the key. I stand there just waiting for him to snatch the key from me or to strike me but it doesn't happen. "Did you forget how to walk" is all he says as he pulls me along, rolling his eyes. I sigh in relief clutching the key in my fist.

He walks me into the bathroom and stands there. I look up at him keeping my fist in a ball trying to hide the key. "Can I please have some privacy" I beg with pleading eye.

I accept him to say no, laugh in my face. 

 "Oh um y..yyeah" he sputters, a blush seems to creep onto his cheeks. I look up at him slightly amused. His tone becomes more serious "no funny business he says, his eyes going back to hard green orbs, snapping out of the blushing school girl look. " I hear any loud, suspicious noise and you're in trouble, got it?" he says. 

He spins around walking out of the bathroom. I let out a sigh and lift the toilet lid just to make it sound legit. I then bend over the sink putting my face in the palm of my hands. I need a minute to think, and try to relax even just a bit. A memory crosses my mind that makes me giggle just a bit.

Flashback

Henry pushes me into the bathroom attacking my face with light kisses. Our breathing is heavy and hot as it mingles together. He slides me up onto the sink never disconnecting his lips from my skin. "S..s..stop" I manage to huff out. He looks up at me and I can see the lust clouding my eyes. "Henry your family is right outside that door." I say in an almost harsh whisper. He rolls his honey colored eyes at me and kisses neck again. "They won't hear anything" he pleads "plus you can't tell the birthday boy no, can you?" He gives me a puppy dog pout. I giggle, kissing his bottom lip. "Fine" I say "but be quite." He pulls my shirt over my head and bra and throws them on the floor behind us. As if on cue his dad walks into the bathroom. Without thinking I let out a shriek. One of my hands flies over my exposed chest while the other covers my now beet red face. Just then his whole family barges into the bathroom to see what's happened. "What's goin... oh" I hear his mom say as she appears at the door.

Flashback End

Let's just say that was an awkward vacation. I start to think about how much I miss him and frown. I take a deep breath and drop the key onto the counter. I pick it back up and fumble to unlock the lock. I just get the key into the hole when the door knob begins to turn. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest as I race the door. He's already threatened me about trying to escape. If he catches me with the key, i don't even want to imagine what he will do to me.