Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 2 Part ~1

Part One: My sole purpose

 That night, i couldn't sleep. Typical, because i was a victim like none other, missing her family in the midst of hopelessness. All that was left for me to live for was my dad, but the worst part was, i didn't even know if he was alive. What if he was dead? Everything in my life seemed to have taken an abrupt turn towards the worst. One day, everything seemed perfect, and the other day, I'd started wondering if i even wanted to live anymore. Life just seemed like a horror movie right now, except that i was unfit for the role of a victim. I was a weakling.

I had been crying all night. Darick was dead all because of me. He knew something was going to happen. He knew i'd been trusting the wrong people. But guess what? I didn't listen to him. Because like all those stupid girls who think they're always right and their boyfriends are just getting posessive without reason, I thought that he was just jealous. Jealous of me and Jason. We were best friends. He'd always been a good actor, but i never knew i'd been the actress of his sick play all along. We shared almost everything. He knew absolutely everything about me.... and i still remembered the time he came to know about darick. I thought he was just being over-protective. But i was wrong. 

Wiping off the tears on my face, i stood up from the isolated corner of the room that had absolutely nothing to occupy it's space. I hadn't touched anything since he'd left, because i wanted to stay away from everything he had laid his hands on.

The lock opened with a loud click that echoed around the room. I wiped the pitiful look off my face and saw him coming down with something in his hand. A.. plate maybe?

"Good Morning, my beautiful Jen," I scowled at "my Jen". I stayed quiet.

"I hope you're fairly comfortable now.." He smiled that sick smile of his. I remained unmoved. He raised his hand to touch my cheek but i backed off towards a corner. He put down the plate on the table, which, i suppose had breakfast. My stomach growled seeing it. The last time i ate was yesterday when i was on a date with.. 

He came forward towards me, his face showing concern. Get the hell away from me. I looked to my sorroundings for a way out but i was cornered. 

"What do you want?" I spat at his approaching figure. He came down to my level and intertwined his fingers in my hair, combing them slowly, and lovingly, staring at me while licking his lips. His gaze dropped to my lips and he leaned an inch forward. My eyes widened. This was it. He was going to kiss me. I needed to get away before i hurled. I turned my head away as he closed the distance between us. He turned it back around and stared at me intently.

"Please let me go," I begged, like the typical victim i was. He left my hair and walked back towards the table sitting cross-legged while bringing out some newspapers. I sighed. My hands seemed to be shaking and i hadn't even noticed it. I slid down the wall staring at him, scared that he might come again and finish the job. A tear slid down my eye.

"I bet you're hungry, you should eat," He offered while chewing on his pancake and not looking up from his newspaper. 

"I-I'm f-fine," I hated stuttering. I didn't want to eat, i knew i'd choke if i did. After what he tried to do, i think i'd lost my appetite. He kept eating, not paying attention to me. Strange. He left my food on the table while going back upstairs, not even looking back. Thank god. I stood up slowly, my knees shaking and crawled back to the table to find two pieces of pancake with syrup on them. I ate hungrily, and groaned in delight. This was so good. 

"Liked it?" My eyes widened at the voice and i looked at the stairs to find him standing there with his arms crossed across his chest, a smug smile on his face. I stood up from the chair and turned to go in the bathroom to avoid him but he held my hand and turned me around in a way i slammed onto his chest, but he seemed unaffected although my sides were hurting. I tried to wiggle free of his hold but it only got tighter as i tried harder. 

"Let me go," His strong cologne hit my nostrils and i cringed at the intensity. How much did he apply?

"If i let you go, there'd be no one else to hold you," He smiled down at me as i still attempted to break free.

"It doesn't matter. Let me go, and i could even survive by myself. It'd be better than living with a psycho like you!" His hand twitched and his grip tightened to the extent that it hurt my palm and i think it drew blood, too.

"What did you just say? You're mine, Jenna. Mine!" He backed me against a wall and leaned close to my face only leaving an inch of a difference. "I own you now, and you could never get away from this. I've planned this for too long to allow it to go wrong. It won't go wrong because my plan is perfect. I made this for you and i could make your life perfect Jenna. You need to forget everything and be with me, because you've got nothing else left to lose. Your boyfriend, dad, everyone is dead Jenna. What the hell are you fighting for?" My heart ached at the fact he'd killed my father, too.

"What?" I whispered. If you expected me to be screaming at him, let me tell you, i couldn't. The shock was too much to assimilate. I really wanted to, but my voice only came out as a croak.

"Yes, Jenna, I love you," He slammed his lips into mine while holding my head in place so i couldn't move it. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes started tearing up. His lips disgusted me and he prolonged it till i'd kiss him back. I couldn't but i also didn't want him to prolong it any longer. I felt like puking. 

I moved my head sideways in an attempt to make him stop. He moved back, "Kiss me," Before he could kiss me again, i ran into the nearest bathroom and locked the door, my eyes wide open as i waited for him to go. What if he had the keys? I listened through the door, and not until a click sounded through the room did i stop shaking. I slithed down the door, sobbing helplessly. He kissed me. Why'd he do that? Yeah, because that sick bast*rd liked me. No, loved me. My stomach hurled and i went to the toilet to empty my gut contents. After i'd emptied my breakfast, my throat ached, so i gargled some water and brushed my teeth to get rid of the smell. I peeked outside in case to see if he was there and slowly crept outside only to look at a note sitting at the table.

I walked towards the table, and picked it up, slowly opening it to find a note, in cursive writing, i recognized as Jason's.

"I love you Jenna" 

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