His Toy

Chapter 10

Luca's POV:
I came up with a plan. It's 8:30 pm now, so he'll be home soon. He only left two hours ago, but it's still the end of a normal work day. Sure enough, the door opens. He's wet, and I see that it's raining.
"Hey Bella," he says smiling, "Knowing you're here just made my day so much better. It was kinda rough." He comes in and sets his stuff down, then walks over to me.
He hugs me, and I stand still and wince. It still hurts.
"Sorry," he says, seeming genuine. He lets me go.
"It's okay. I'll get your stuff," I say, walking to the door. Little does he know, that's not even close to what I'm doing. I get to where his stuff is, which is right next to the door. Then I pull a knife from the waistband of my shorts. The biggest, sharpest one I could find.
"Let me go, or I'll kill myself," I say, holding the knife to my neck. He wouldn't care if it was himself or anybody else, but me? He would.
"Luca, put it down and come here. What are you supposed to gain from killing yourself?" he asks, his voice wavering.
"Nothing," I say, "but you'd lose everything." My voice is every bit as confident as I hoped it'd be. I'm nailing it. He walks over to me slowly, and I press the blade harder against my neck. It stings, and I realized I just cut myself. Not enough to really hurt me but it's enough to scare him.
"Fine fine!" he shouts, his eyes like a doe's.
"Wait! My phone and keys too!"
He hands them over, carefully, and then walks over by the door.
He puts his eye to it, and it clicks open. I keep the blade carefully taught against my neck.
"Back up," I say. He does.
I walk backwards, holding onto to the knife like I need it to live. Odd, but in this case, I almost do. I look out to the side, and see my car parked in the driveway. He must've taken so as not to arouse suspicion. I make it down the porch steps, keeping my eyes trained on him and the car, and almost slip because of the rain and my barefeet. I look at myself, and I'm soaked, all the way. My t-shirt is white, and you can see my favorite mint bra through it. The one I had on when I slept with Yoongi. You can also see some red on my side, and I realize my stitches split open, but only a little. No wonder it burns so bad. My hair hangs down my face in strings. I brush it out of my face and look at him standing in the doorway. He looks sad. But he also look victorious. I return his look with one of my own, a death glare. And I shoot straight arrows. He looks down. I lower the knife, turn around, and just as I'm about to run to my car down the driveway, he yells my name.
"Hey Bella?" He shouts through the rain.
"What?" I yell back, knowing that what he is about to say is something I won't like.
"If you tell any of them, I will kill them," he says, smirking. Dammit. I may have escaped, but he won. He. Won. I say nothing, and bolt, instantly regretting it because of my side, but not stopping. It hurts so bad. I start crying. It feels like I'm being stabbed over and over. I unlock my car and jerk the door open, get in, and slam it. Hard. I start it and look out my window. He's just standing on the porch, waving. He makes my stomach hurt. I pull out of the driveway, not caring about the tears, almost hoping I crash. I begin the drive down the road, and I just keep going.

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