Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 1 Part ~2

Part two; The Arrival

Observing the uniform trees pass by seemed to be getting boring. Should i be scared, screaming for my life? Or should i be struggling against my bounds?

"We'd shortly be arriving at our new home Jenn." He smiled in my direction, as if it's the most normal thing he'd done, kidnapping me.

I tried to smile back, but failed miserably, with hardly being able to twitch the corner of my lips. He was sick. "Are those ropes bothering you?" Either that was to mock my condition, or he really had forgotten he had just kidnapped me.

"You bastard," I whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

"Are you testing my patience?" He asked, with a hint of anger in his voice which he hid under a smile.

"Testing your patience?" I chuckled. "You f*cking Psycho, is this a bloody joke to you? Is killing innocent people a sick joke to you? I'd wipe that f*ucking smile off your sick face, if you-" Without allowing me to finish, a hand came down on my cheek, smacking it hard and my head slammed on the window, blurring my vision for some time. He held my chin between his forefingers bringing my head round to face him. 

"I could sit here, listen to your blabbing without even giving a shit, but God jen, you surely don't know your limits. Rule number 1," He said while bringing his forefinger up so i could see it clearly.

"Never, ever, speak in that manner with me, and i think you already know what'd happen otherwise," He abruptly turned back towards the road. 

So yeah. To say i cried pathetically after that is an understatement, because God, i couldn't even stop trembling. I was such a chicken.

The journey towards our lovely home (note the sarcasm) was long, and every time an ambush full of trees passed by, a quarter of my hope went along with it. I would never be able to escape if we were that deep into the forest. Finally, after who knows how long, we reached where i'd be living as a victim for probably the rest of my life. I was just a teen. I didn't deserve a life like this.

"Hold on," He got out of the car with, probably his house keys, and unlocked the front door. I don't know what I'd expected the house to look like, because god, it wasn't what what they looked like in cliche movies about kidnapping. It wasn't a mansion. Ha ha. It looked like a den. A place where you probably tended chickens. He ran back towards me and i internally coursed myself for not trying to escape. I was too busy observing such a glamourous home.

"Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow at him as he untied me. He seemed to be ignoring me, and pushed me roughly out of the oh-so-comfortable chair i was sitting on. 

"Not so rough," I groaned rubbing my arms. 

"Shut up," He mumbled while walking fast towards the-what should i say-den? 

"That your home?" Please say no.

"Can't you shut your mouth for a minute?" I huffed and kept walking which seemed difficult cause he was pretty fast.

He shoved me inside the house and locked the door. The only thing modern inside the house was probably his door lock. Surprise surprise. The floor boards creaked as he kept pushing me forward inside a room which further led to a disgusting kitchen and then ultimately a flight of stairs at the end, hidden from view. I gulped. I was claustrophobic and the place seemed extremely congested. By now, i was sweating like a pig. My hands became slippery and it seemed difficult for him to hold them. My breathing quickened and i could almost feel my heart jumping out of my chest. As long as i didn't cry- i think i was fine.

Something hot hit my hand and i looked down to see it was a tear. The tears overflowing down my eyes. Way to go, jenna. He stopped in the midst of reaching the stairs and scrunched his eyebrows, observing my miserable condition.

"What's wrong?" Nothing, just that you've kidnapped me and are probably taking me down to some basement so i could a) spend the rest of my life in captivity or b) die. Smart question.

"Nothing-Ih" My breath hitched, "I'm claustrophobic, please don't take me down please,"

"It's not congested, you'll be fine," Oh yes, totally.

"Please, can't i stay upstairs?" He licked his lips as if contemplating whether he should listen to my plea. 

"Don't be a baby," He held my hand again and forcibly took me down the stairs which were difficult to climb since we both were pressed together by the proximity of the walls. My breathing quickened dramatically, my heart almost leaping out of my chest. I was still crying. I was so.. pitiful. 

We finally reached the bottom and he was right- it was actaully the best part of the house. The furniture seemed new, and delicate, polished to the extent it gave out shine. The room was considerably big, with a queen sized bed at one corner and a kitchen at the other. The floors were mopped and the room was brightly lit. At the centre lied a round table with two chairs at it's radius. Worst part was, that it's walls were occupied with my pictures, from childhood till now, all the time i had spent with him, unaware of his decietful nature. 

"Like what you see?" He asked, finally letting go of my hand to lie on the bed. Without taking notice of his presence, i observed the pictures that hung on the walls, in a way that they complimented it. My breathing stopped as i came across a picture of me and darick having a picnic at Mount fort garden. His face was crossed out. 

"What are you looking at so closely? Jenna, i've spent years in decorating this place for you. I wanted to make it perfect," He got off the bed and walked towards me, his eyes holding so much emotion in them. Sick.

I backed off away from him, so i stood at a safe distance away from him. "I've got everything you liked in this room... the carpet and walls of your favourite colour...those flowers, the pictures of the beautiful moments we had together... me," He smirked at the last part. True that the room was a perfect picture of what i'd want my room to be like, but now i wanted to burn that picture. I hated everything in the room, and i especially despised him.

"I hate it," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. I looked up to find him motionless, his eyes seemed sad, desparate. He seemed to be tearing up at my words. 

"W-what?" He stuttered moving backwards, taken aback. How ironic, he expected me to compliment his years of making a fool out of me?

"I said," My face contorted into anger, "I hate it!" I spat. A tear rolled down his face as he took in my words. Call me sick, but i felt relieved seeing him tearing up like that. 

"Do you know how hard i tried making it perfect for you- for us?" Did he just say us? Because, i'd rather live on the road than be with him in a same room.

"Us?" I gulped.

"Yes jenna... unless," He stopped and looked at me, raking my body up and down. Smirking, he shook his head and took back upstairs, slamming a door, that i think was my only way out. What did he mean by unless?

I felt extremely exhausted, mentally and physically. Did i forget about Darick, already? I quickly searched my fingers for the ring he'd given me. But it wasn't there. Because he didn't live to give it to me. He didn't live to be my husband.

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