Broken

Broken- Chapter sixty six

Faith's POV

I was sitting in the sofa with a blanket covering me when Sean came and sat his heavy ass on top of me.

He leaned back on me and smiled but my expression remained blank.

"Hey beautiful."

He stood up and put his hands on either side of me as his face inched closer to mine. I turnt my head sideways and he looked kind of hurt. He slowly retracted himself and sat next to me, putting his hand on my thigh.

I stood up making the blanket and his hand fall from me. He looked up at me with pained eyes.

"What's wrong?"

I take a deep breath and span around quickly nearly snapping my neck, "You're wrong."

He stood up as well, "What?"

"You're wrong!" I yell and he takes a step toward wile I take one back.

"What're you talking about?"

I let a tear roll from my eyes and down my cheek as I pictured Andrew's face.

"This is all your fault," I whisper.

"Faith-"

"You brought me here! You took me away from my family! Andrew! They think I'm dead!"

He looks just as angry as me now, "I did this to you? I was given instructions and I followed them."

"It's your fault Andrew's gone! If you hadn't taken me he wouldn't have tried to take his own life! He wouldn't have been missing."

I was so overcome with emotions and I didn't  even realize that I'm face to face with Sean. He leaned down a bit but I pulled my face away, scoffing.

"Are you serious?"

My hands were just itching to get my dagger and slide it across his throat but restrain and head to the front door.

Jacob passes me and I bump his shoulder accidentally but I don't apologize. I open the door and slam it closed.

I don't know where I'm going but I just need to get away from here. I could escape. This is my chance.

No, what am I saying? I love being an agent. And plus, Edward would have my head if he found out I tried to leave.

I ended up at a nearby park and sat on one of the wooden benches covered in fallen leaves. The wind blows my strawberry blonde hair to the side and it hits my face feeling cool.

I stare as people walk there dog, while others play with their children or just walk with their loved one.

I look at the sky trying to stop the waterfall which threatened to explode. I feel someone sit next to me but I don't look.

"Hi."

I roll my eyes and look to my right to find a man around my age with brown curly hair and hazel eyes.

I look forward again but I feel his hand on my thigh. I look to see him smirking and my jaw locks. How could someone so cute have a death wish.

I put my hand where I keep my dagger but I don't feel it. I see the person holding it and i stand up to swing my leg at his cute but condescending face.

As soon as I stand up he takes my wrist and pulls me somewhere.

"What the fuck! Let go of me you ass wipe!"

He pulls me where no one can see us and a person with common sense would scream for help. By shows vulnerability and I am not vulnerable and I am especially not helpless.

He takes a rag out and I gasp as memories from two years ago flash through my mind. He ties my hand with a rope.

The rag is stuffed in my mouth and his lips come dangerously close to my face.

"I was sent by the drug lord. I'm going to kill you."

He puts me over his shoulder like I'm some sack of potato when really I'm more of an apple.

He threw me in the passenger seat of some old looking vehicle and he climbs in soon after. As he takes the key out of his sweater I take my leg and kick him in the face. He growls like a dog and scrunch up my nose.

"Okay then."

I let out a breath choosing to ignore his precious snarl.

I take my leg and hold it to this throat. I close my eyes as I lean down to his pants and pull out my phone from his pants pocket and put it on the dashboard.

I unlocked my phone and dialed Sean's number with my nose just as I typed in my password. Just as I hit dial the phone fell to the ground.

"Faith I'm so sorry. I had no right to be upset but you knew I had no choice. I'm sorry...I l-"

As soon as I hear that 'l' I stop him with my muffled sounds. On the contrary, I probably should've asked someone for help.

I try screaming I'm at the park but it just comes out as pathetic muffles.

"Faith I can't hear you. Maybe we shout talk about what happened. Please come back. I'll make you cookies."

When he hears my muffles again he sighs.

"Okay, if you're not coming fine. But I-"

He's cut off when the man yells, "You bitch!"

I had forgotten my leg was at the man's throat and I stopped applying pressure, accidentally.

He picked up the phone and I heard Sean screaming my name.

My predator ended the call and slapped me. I let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you before you die."