Captured (COMPLETED)

Chapter Ten

Hailee's P.O.V.

 "What has he done to you while you've been here?" I ask, afraid of what she might respond with. She shakes her head and my vision begins to blur from the tears forming in my eyes.

"Things I never thought I would go through." She answers. She looks at the wall behind me instead of looking at me. I sob in the chair, still unable to move. Why is this happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? My thoughts running wild with insane scenarios of what Eleanor has been through. I sob even harder.

"I've been through a lot..." Eleanor's voice trails off as she looks at me with glassy eyes, ready to let go of tears like a waterfall. I continue to sob, silently now. 

"I want you to tell me everything. How it started... What happened when he kidnapped you... To now." My voice calmer than I expected it to be. Eleanor nods in agreement and she pulls up a chair from the other side of the room. She sits in front of me on a stool.

"I was working at the Starbucks on Main street near my house and he ordered coffee one day." She begins."After that one day, it started becoming a daily thing... whenever I was working. I found it creepy but didn't think it would end up like this. He would follow me everywhere. He was obsessed with me." She informs me and I wonder: Is this guy obsessed with me too?."One night, when I was locking up, I was in the back and I heard footsteps. I walked toward the footsteps and found him standing there. He told me that he loved me and just kept saying that he wants me and that he wanted me to marry him. I couldn't do that because I didn't know the guy. I kept denying him and he became infuriated each time I said no. He was picking things up and chucking them towards me like a psycho. Most of them hit me and I was cut and bruised once he was done. He told me that I would love him someday and then left."

"He just left you?" I ask in total shock. What a jerk?! She nods slowly in complete embarrassment. I feel sick to my stomach.

"The next day I didn't see him or the next day or the day after that. I found relief that I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I walked out of the shop three days later and went on about my day. I went shopping at the mall. When I was walking to my car in the parking garage, a guy with big hands and the clock tattoo on his right arm, came up behind me, held a sponge with Chloroform on it to my nose and mouth. I panicked and was flailing all over the place, but that didn't help prevent him from stopping. I slowly drifted to unconsciousness. When I woke up I was in the same place you were: Tied to a chair in a basement. I didn't know where I was or what had happened. I screamed and that made him come down here. He grabbed me by my chin, like he did to you, and kissed me roughly." I gag." My instincts were to punch him or make him stop, but I was tied to the chair. I head butted him and he smacked me in the face, hard. He left the room and I just had to deal with the pain because I couldn't move."

 "I can't believe he had the nerve to put his hands on you." I say in disgust. Why hasn't she killed the guy yet?! Why hasn't she done anything to stop this?! She just dealt with the pain. Why?!

"I stayed in that chair until I attempted to escape. He was going to cut my hair because he said he didn't like my hair long. He ran back up stairs for something he forgot and in that matter of time I cut the rope that tied my hands to the chair and I attempted to climb out of that window." She says as she gestures to the window across the room. I am still sobbing and hyperventilating while she talks and tears are streaming from her eyes like a waterfall. She begins again." But before I could get all the way out, he grabbed me by the legs and dragged me out of the window. I landed flat on my back. My head bounced against the floor and all I saw were black dots everywhere. He straddled my waist, holding my hands above my head. He told me that if I attempted to escape again he would kill me. Obviously after that, I never attempted to escape. He let me go upstairs once. It's disgusting and its dirty. It honestly looks like it hasn't been cleaned at all. There was blood everywhere. The walls, the floor, the cabinets in the kitchen."