Half Dead ~ G.D.

Chapter 11

The whole night I laid still while he cuddled up to me, snaking his arms around me in every which way. This was comforting for him. Knowing there was someone he can manipulate into loving him if he wanted to. But sadly it's actually working. As much as I don't want to, I enjoy his presence. I enjoy him simply just hovering his fingertips over my skin.

What am I saying? I feel like I'm going crazy. Why should I love someone like him? I, who haven't even hurt a fly on purpose without feeling bad about it and him, who holds the power to get what he wants, when he wants and how he wants it. Him, who knows how to get me wrapped around his fingers. Him, who shows no remorse towards anyone over anything. Him, who is just so sculpted and so hot.

The earthquake in my little day dream land pulls me back to reality. I look down to see Grayson slurring in his sleep, preparing to awake from his slumber. I close my eyes, pretending to sleep as after all of this I'm still not a big fan of confrontation. I feel him peel his arms off of me and the mattress dip and spring back again, leaving only myself in the bed.

I lay there still for ages, awaiting him to return but he doesn't. I decide to take this as one of my chances and find my grand escape route. Placing my feet upon the glossy wooden floor I feel my body give in and fall back onto the bed. I'm aching, everywhere. Instead of looking around I sit there, yet again still, just thinking until something catches my eye almost glistening like a thousand diamonds as soon as I realise exactly what it is. It's Grayson's phone. Forgetting about the throbbing sensations filling my body, I reach to get the phone only to find there's obviously an empty password that fills the screen. My thumb resting upon the home button, strangely the phone automatically unlocks making me slightly smile. I open the keypad app and type in Daisy's number. It's times like this I thank my ability to memorise numbers so easily.

The ringing tone repeats itself for an agonising amount of time until it stops.

"Hello?"

"Daisy?" I croak, barely above a whisper, my throat left sore.

"Liz? Liz what the fuck?! Where the hell are you? Everyone's been looking for you."

"I-I-I don't know where I am." I sigh, knowing I'm not helping my situation. "I'm with Grayson and Ethan though..." the opposite end is silent, "in some beat up, old cabin in the woods." Again there was no reply, "Daisy? Hello?"

"Shit. I know where you are, stay where you are, I'll be about 7-8 hours -"

"Wait, what? 8 hours?"

"Liz, you really don't know do you? Your not even in the state anymore. Your in their family cabin in Oregon." It was now my turn to be silent. "Look I'll tell you everything when I get there, there's more to everything than it seems. I have my secrets too you know." A door slams beneath me, making the whole cabin shake, making me grow more and more anxious.

"Shit. Dais, I have to go. He's coming."

"W-" Before she could reply I end and delete the outgoing call so Grayson would gain no suspicions.

I just can't wait to be out of here. Why didn't I get away when I could've? They let me out that one night and I should've stuck the night out and found my way out of the woods the next day. I could've been free from all of this. But even still Grayson would find me and chain me back up in that fucking room. His taste for blood is stronger than I could ever be.

He's so sick.
He's so twisted.
Yet he's so captivating.