He Did This To Me

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

If it meant Brayden and the others could go home and live their lives, then maybe I could deal with Salvatore. It would be a horrible life for myself but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Brayden shouldn't have to suffer, and I was sure that the other girls had had more than their fair share.

The bed in the room was the most comfortable thing I had ever slept in. I sunk right in and fell asleep, the fluffy pillow capture my head and caressing my hair.

There were no nightmares, but there was a dream about me and Salvatore. We had a child and I was happy. For some reason, it felt natural to be with him. When I was finally allowed to go to town, I went shopping.

When I was at Bootlegger I saw a familiar face, Brayden.

He met my eyes and walked right toward me. "You're alive." was all he could get out. I nodded and dried my tears. Brayden was just as beautiful as always. I missed him so much! He enveloped me in a hug when my little girl ran up. I introduced her to him, smiling at the fact I could share my family to him once again.

"You had kids with that monster?" he nearly yelled. Brayden was furious. Never before had he been so angry.

"Yeah. That was the deal. You guys get to be free and he gets me." I said hanging my head. Then we both started to cry. I was so ashamed now that I said it out loud. My self confidence faded, and I shook with embarrassment.

When I woke up, I knew exactly what my dream was telling me. I had made my decision.

*****

Salvatore threw open the door waking me up. His hair was wet from what was supposedly a shower. That, or he was greasier then usual. If, that was possible.

"Good morning Sunshine. So what'll it be?" he asks as if I was choosing what to have for dinner. He winked at me, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I have. I'll marry you if you let the others go home in the condition they're in now." I say keeping some power in the conversation. "You can't touch them."

He nods and shows me to the bathroom. He wants me to wash up and get dressed. I do as he asks so he keeps his side of the deal.

The hot water runs down my body when I turn the knob. For around three minutes I just let it run onto me. Then I start to scrub with a sweet smelling shampoo that immediately washes off all the grease and blood away. I feel like a queen. So clean, so fresh.

When I'm done in the shower I look normal again. Except I look incredibly tired with big blue bags under my eyes, and scrapes and cuts. I look a little sickly, but human.

Salvatore observes me in my old clothes before he begins tsking. With a shake of his head, he says, "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be wearing such run down clothes. I'll ask a friend of mine to come by the house tomorrow and get you fitted for a new wardrobe."

I'm sent to the living room I had gone to on my first days. It's still as it was then, but I feel much more free, even though thats the opposite of what I was. Before Salvatore exits the room, I speak up. "When will you take them home?"

He looks to the floor and runs a hand through his hair. "Today or tomorrow. If they say a word to anyone, though, about the kidnapping, I'll be forced to kill you. Understand?" I nod and fiddle with the couch cushions until he leaves. I could die, if someone opens their mouth...

What he said has surprised me even though it shouldn't have. I should've seen it coming otherwise they would of course tell the police.

Still, I had began to forget about the things I needed to survive. I couldn't let it happen again.

*****

That afternoon Salvatore's friend Angela came over to have me fitted. We went through assortments of dresses and skirts so that I'd grow to Salvatore's expectations. He wanted me to be a beauty, fit to marry him.

Angela wasn't so bad once I got to know her. She had to be a year or two older than me but she looked much more aged. I asked her how she knew Salvatore and she told me that he was her first foster brother ever. His parents had abandoned him and Angela's parents took him in.

While she talked to me I noticed that she was avoiding eye contact. At first I thought it was because it was hard to talk about, but then I noticed that it must be much more than what she was telling. It was the way she played with her hair as she spoke. The way she was doing everything she could to avoid my stare. Ashamed, I thought, that's what she is.

Once we got past the talk of Salvatore she began to show me how he would like my hair to be done. I didn't quite like it because I'm used to my hair being down to cover my face if I hyperventilated, but it did feel nice for the air to reach the back of my neck as my hair was tied into a bun.

At the end of the day, after she left, I noticed something on the counter in my washroom. It was a little gold ring with a single diamond. I knew what it was immediately - My wedding ring.

*****

***Brayden's POV***

I didn't know what that man did to her. I keep hoping that she'll come back without injury's, but lately I don't know what to hope for. I guess I'm just hoping the girl I love hasn't gone and got herself killed.

Cayleen and the other girls don't talk to me, let alone provide comfort. I haven't slept for two days, ever since he took my girl.

I've tried banging on the door the way she did the night she was taken, but it remains closed. I still don't know why she did it in the first place. One second we were calm and relaxed, the next we were separated.

I'm not hungry in the slightest bit because I'm too worried to think about myself. From the day she was kidnapped I had promised to get her out alive and safe. From the moment he rounded the corner I knew that I loved her. Adrianna was my one and only.

None of that will matter if he doesn't bring her back to me. If he doesn't, I'll kill him myself. That's a promise.