Disturbed

Chapter 17

Jamie POV

I opened my eyes after waiting for a couple of second. The gun was no longer pressed against my head and Harry sat on the ground. His knees were his only support. His head was buried into his hands as the gun still hung tight in his hand.

I could hear light sobs coming from him. I slowly backed away from the broken down man in front of me as he screamed out. All the rage had returned and he smacked my face with the gun. I fell to the grown and gripped at my face.

Blood dripped from my mouth which was busted open. “You have been a very bad girl Jamie.” He stood casting his large framed shadow over me. I felt the darkness engulf me and fear spread through my body like electricity.

He walked closer to me and snatched me up by my hair. He brought me close to his twisted face. Spots of blood trailed on the side of his face. By now I wasn’t as disgusted by it. I don’t think I could be quite be disgusted by anything now.

“I am going to punish you so bad baby girl.” His face spread a sinister grin as his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. I could feel the air slipping away and my body struggled beneath him.

“Go to hell!” I choked out. He raised me in the air and pressed me up against the wall. I kicked my legs in attempt to release myself from his grip. His hand still held onto my neck as he pushed me to walk to the room I had been in before.

My body was thrown onto the ground and he took my hands together. He tied them up with a tie he had hanging on his door. “I’ll show you just how scary I can be.” He finished the knot and set me on the bed. He left the room and shut the door.

I could hear him go in the direction of the living room. The front door opened and I ran toward the window. I saw the pizza guys body being dragged toward Harry’s truck. Harry disappeared and returned with a large tarp.

He threw it over the body and got in his truck. His truck screeched as he pulled out and slammed on the gas. He has a serious case or road rage.

I tried to get out of this stupid knot. I kept pushing with my hands to try and slip one out. I rolled off of the bed and stood. I turned backwards and opened the dresser drawers. I moved everything around with my teeth.

All I found was clothes.  I groaned and cussed under my breath as I moved to the closet. I pulled a wire hanger off of the rack. I dropped it to the floor and knelt on my knees,

I tried slipping it through the knot and it did nothing but stab into my wrists. My circulation was closing off and my skin was being rubbed raw.

I licked my bloodied lips as I tried again. I pulled the hanger out again and saw it had bent up. “Son of a bitch.” I said to myself. I threw the hanger across the room and stood. I was very frustrated now. I wanted to burst into tears and give up.

So I did.

I had sat for 7 minutes crying. I stood and started kicking stuff over. I kicked the lamp off the table causing it to shatter. Next I went over to his closet and yanked everything out. I did the same with his dresser.

Jeans and shirts were strewn everywhere. My foot met his side table and I regretted that kick. I hopped around gasping. The wood was no match for my small foot. The top drawer had cracker open and a shiny object was reflecting off of the sun.

I opened it up and saw a pair of scissors.  Probably used to cut the many girls hairs. It was used to clip my hair. I hesitated for a second before grabbing them.

I opened them and slid them in and tried to clip them.  The fabric was too thick and wouldn’t cut it. I resulted in using it to cut the tie like a knife. I slipped it in and started moving it back and forth. It was much harder since my hands were behind my back.