Kidnapped By My Best Friend

5

The next morning, I woke up with a killer headache. Surprisingly, Jacob wasn't in the bed with me. I sat up and looked around the room. It was a disaster. Last night I put up so much of a fight, that everything that was on the night stands were on the ground. I shattered his vases and I broke his phone. Glass was all over the floor, followed by lifeless roses.

Sorry, not sorry.

I envied the roses, because unlike me, they were free. They could die. I was forced to stay here and suffer. My suffering was caused from someone I genuinely thought I could trust.

Way to backstab me, Jacob.

My headache began to worsen. I threw all of the comforters off of the bed and began to limp towards the bathroom. I barely stepped in the bathroom when Jacob popped up behind me. He was still naked, and so was I. I glanced at his body and tried my best not to vomit.

No, I wasn't going to vomit because he was ugly or something like that. I was going to vomit because I couldn't accept the fact that someone so attractive was capable of committing such crimes. I hate that I still continue to ponder on this, but when I think of kidnappers, I think of men and women who resemble gremlins. I think of people who can't get a partner, not someone who could get anyone they desired.

When Jacob touched me, my body trembled. He gently rested his hands on my waist, and the distance between our bodies left. He began to place kisses along my neckline and down the midst of my back. His grip on my waist went from soft and gentle, to strong and firm. I felt his friend, slowly but surely rise. Oh no. I refuse to go out without a fight.

"...Please don't" I murmured loud enough for him to hear.

He chuckled and began to play with my messy hair. "Why should I?" He asked as he continued to kiss on my neck.

I frowned and looked at the ground, I was too terrified to look at him in his eyes.

"Because I don't deserve any of this!" I mumbled once again. I was afraid of what he'd do to me if I even contemplated on yelling at him.

He grasped his hands around my neck and began to choke me. My body began to tense up and my breathing was limited. He began to lift me off my feet and my toes began to curl. Before I could take my last breath, he loosened his grip and threw me against the wall.

"I didn't deserve to have my heart shattered in pieces either!" He yelled angrily.

His eyes were a soft red, and his face was hard and rigid. He looked like a vicious pit bull. His eyes were no longer green, they were grey. It looked like he was distressed.

I couldn't believe myself. Here I am, grasping for the dear strings of my life, and I'm starting to feel pity for him. Great, just great.

I couldn't ignore the fact that he said that I shattered his heart in pieces. I was never aware that he was in love with me, or that he had feelings for me. I was just always under the impression that he was just a huge flirt. He's been like that since we met. Maybe if I would've agreed to dating him, I wouldn't be here in this position. It's too late now. Should've, would've, could've.

I ignored my pain, and I began to reflect on our 'relationship.' Maybe I was too traditional. Maybe I should've dated him. We might've been happy. We could've been a power couple from Omegle.

Oh God, I seriously need help!

I was beginning to hate myself for these thoughts. I couldn't believe that I was still looking at the bigger picture when he'd repeatedly raped and nearly killed me.

Jacob was still standing across the room from me. He was even gorgeous when he was upset

Oh my God, no.