The Runaway(Completed)

The Condition

Terrance gazed at the still unresponsive Bethany. A single tear had fallen on her cheek. There was a ring of red skin from where the tie had been grazing her face harshly. Her hands were bound, the slight shade of blue from the cut off circulation.

Suddenly, her leg moved, followed by her upper body. He heard a slight moan as her eyes slowly opened. Terrance attempted to hold her hand she she struggled to get up, but she flicked her hand away.

"Don't you dare-stay away from me" she said. "Take me to Harper, now!!", she made out through the hold of the tie.

"You don't understand, I was just tying to help you up" Terrance said.

"So what, so that you can kill me and my baby?!"

"I would never"

"Why are you here you psychopath?! What did my husband and I ever do to you? We don't even know you"

"I never meant to come in to your house- I was just- just trying to avoid someone."

"Like what, the police? Trying to avoid going to jail where people like you actually belong?!"

"Shut up!"

"What, you're not afraid to break into my house and beat me but you can't handle the sick truth?!"

"I said shut up!" Terrance took out his revolver and slapped Bethany across the face with it. Her nose started to bleed. The blood slid from her nose down to her neck, and then onto her blouse. He grabbed her face in his hand and squeezed at her jaw.

"You just wait," he said in a low tone. "Your precious little son is about to get the blow of it." "And then you won't have anything to cry over."

"Over my dead body. You just try and lay a finger on my son and I will kill you"

"Bethany don't strain your voice, or else I won't ever be able to hear that beautiful sound again"

Bethany clenched her jaw and then broke down crying.

"Just let me go to my baby!"

"On one simple condition" said Terrance.