Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 21

"Oh you think you're all big and bad because you have tattoos?" Hannah hissed.

"Hannah, I'm tired of fighting." I wiped my lip with the back of my hand. "I know you never wanted me here." I rubbed my jaw. "So let me GO!" I screamed in desperation.

"Never, bitch!" She shoved me to the floor. "Every day for the past two months you have stolen attention from Cam that IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!" "You deserve to have every bone in your body broken!" She grabbed the collar of my shirt and held my head a few inches off of the floor.

"What." I gasped. "Would." I struggled to breathe with her on my chest. "Cameron." Gasp. "Think." I took one large breath and Hannah raised with my chest. "If you killed me?" I released the breath and my chest sank.

"He'd realize how strong my love for him is!" She threw my head down on the floor. She climbed off of my chest. "But of course." She stood by the front door. "I can't kill you now, silly."

I sat up, holding my abdomen. "What do you want now Hannah?"

"Well, I'm not a big fan of short, intense pain." She chuckled and turned around to face me. "My dad could tell you that." She raised an eyebrow. She licked her lip playfully. "Don't realize, Kate?" "I want Cameron to hate you before I kill you." "I want you to die slowly, and him hating you can do that." "I want you to die alone, Kate."

I stood up slowly. "Hannah, don't you think maybe all of this is driving Cameron away?" "He comes home to me every night." "You let him do that." I wiped my lip. "Who do you think patches me up every time you lash out on me?" I shook my head.

"You think you can win this?" She stepped closer to me, leaning forward slightly. "Well guess what, you won't." She poked my chest with her long nail. She lightly patted my cheek. "Have a nice day, Kate." "Who knows how many you have left?" She pulled back and laughed manically. She opened to door and walked out. She stood for a second outside the door. "Toodles!" She did a little curtsy and closed the door.

"God, what did I do to deserve this?" I shook my head and walked towards the bathroom.

I stood in the bathroom for an hour just trying to clean up all the blood that was splattered on my body and face. I had claw cuts on my face. I had a bust lip. I gently touched the back of my head. I pulled my fingers away and looked at them. Blood.

After I finally cleaned myself up and got fresh clothes I was so exhausted I didn't even want to eat. I had fought a lot of wars before this, but for the first time in my life I felt like I couldn't win.

I was nearly certain that Cameron would never hate me, but I couldn't guarantee that Hannah wouldn't snap. She tried to kill her own father. She only did that because she needed an accomplice in her plan to kidnap Cameron.

She stabbed him in the shoulder because he had told her she was crazy and obsessed.

After that he never questioned her. He built her a small house and a pole building. He built the closet and he set up security cameras to keep the entire property under her eye.

Hannah had that power, a power that I knew I couldn't beat. I knew also I'd never beat her physically. She was nearly as big as Cameron. I had already been small, but the lack of food and not being able to leave the shed had left me weak.

At that point I didn't even consider trying to get out. I knew it would never work. My best hope was to just ride the storm and hope that the search parties that were looking for Cameron would get to us in enough time to save me.

I curled up in the corner of the living room that day. I sat there screaming in my head for freedom. I wanted to no longer wake up every morning afraid. I didn't want to have to walk on eggshells so that I didn't get food taken away. I didn't want to have to worry about still getting beaten even when I had done everything right.

But unfortunately none of my wishes were coming true any time soon.