A Broken Future.

What She perceives As Henry

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Chapter Five
{▪What She Perceives as Henry▪}

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   5 months ago

I look around the brightly lit mall. It smells of warm cinnamon and it seems so homey and inviting. I should be relaxed and enjoying a nice shopping trip but I cant. Henry seems to have disappeared. I spin my head around looking for him as I walk, I'm begin to get dizzy from all the head whipping but I don't want to sit down. I need to find him. No matter how inviting and nice the mall may seem I'm always freaked out just a bit when I'm there alone. My anxiety always seems to get the best of me. I'm so dazed looking for my boyfriend I completely forget to watch were I'm going and smack straight into a stranger. I look up, mumble an apology and keep going. I don't even see his face. I pull my cardigan tighter around my body, scanning my surroundings, once again for Henry. Moments later though my face lights up when I see him. He's walking towards me with a huge grin on his face and it seems contagious. I mimic his smile as I walk up to him wrapping my arms around his soft sweater clad body. I look up at him giving my best puppy dog face.

"Where did you go?" I whine "I hate being here by myself." Deep down I'm actually a little mad at him.

He lets out a small chuckle and kisses me. "You weren't alone. I was here, just not right next to you."

"Same thing" I pout. Crossing my arms over my chest

He takes my hand and we begin walking. "I see you ran into my friend Xavier" he gives me another grin "quite literally".

My face blushes a deep crimson as I realize I never really apologized. I feel terrible. I was so caught up in finding Henry.

"Shit. We should go find him" I say "I didn't really say I was sorry. I didn't know he was your friend.....not that I wouldn't have said sorry if he wasn't I just- Sorry I'm rambling." My face becomes darker.

"Its fine princess. I'm sure you'll see him again very soon. We were actually just talking about some plans we had made.

"Oh....okay." I put my head down. "Is he going to be at the wedding?" A small smile creeps onto my face as I think of marring him.

"Yeah." He takes a while answering "but I'm sure you'll see him before then".

Present

I look as the door as it seems to creep open at the slowest pace in existence. Although I'm not complaining because it gives me more time to unshackle myself, the sluggishness of the opening door is agonizing. Just as I finally turn the lock on the left cuff and it snaps off the door fully opens. I look up slowly at the now open door expecting to be hit or harmed in some way. I'm surprised to see that his back is toward the door and he cannot see what I'm doing. All of the breath leaves my body as I let out a sigh.

"Y..y..you okay in there" he stutters out.

For a criminal who just ABDUCTED me he isn't very sure of himself some times. Maybe this will be easier than I thought.

"Yeah" I say "I um..." I look around the room swiftly looking for something heavy. The bathroom is just how I remembered it. Crème colored walls with a beautiful glass accent lining running through the center, and the entire bathroom is decorated with a classy black and white theme. A black towel hangs from a marble towel rack. I tip toe over quickly examining it. It's perched on two little gold hooks. Perfect.

I hear an impatient grunt come from the asshole standing at the door.

"Umm so some lady problems came up" I say in an almost in audible whisper.

"What?" he growls stupidly.

I let out a loud cough, trying to cause some type of diversion. I begin shimming the towel rack from its post on the wall. "Ya know my aunt f..." just then the bar falls from my hands tumbling on to the floor in a loud banging heap. He spins around at an insane speed. His face is red and I can see he's angry. He glares down at the bar sitting on the floor and my body seems to freeze. With cat like reflexes I snap down and grab the bar holding it tight in my hands. He runs at me just as I come back up and without even thinking I swing the pole hitting him in his temple.

He falls to the ground not moving. I'm out of breath and I barely moved. It's probably from the rush of emotions running through me. I have no time to freeze up though. My mind comes back to reality, I realize I need to run. Like now. I hop over his limp body, still clutching the pole for dear life, and run to the kitchen.

The kitchens pretty big with a large wooden island perched in the center. I run to it looking for anything sharp to wield as a weapon. I place my pole down onto the counter top and begin to wildly fling open drawers. As I fling open empty drawer after empty drawer, my heart stops. I hear loud pounding footsteps descending down the hall.

My heart begins to pound in my ear as I accept my loss of not finding any knives and I duck into a large nearby cabinet. I hear the footsteps enter the kitchen and I find it hard to control my breathing.

Suddenly things go quite. The footsteps have stopped, there's no breathing, no talking, nothing. I peer out of a small hole in the cabinet's wood and try to see if I can spot anyone. All I can see however is a big mistake. Sitting in the island is the only weapon I had, I had left it there in my rush and I'm now left weaponless. As I'm about to look away my weapon is snatched from the island. I jump back trying not to bang my head off the cabinet door. I have no way of defense and I'm trapped in a small space.

Hot streams of tears begin to run down my checks as I begin to sob. I'm such an idiot. I begin to hear footsteps again. Then I hear cabinet doors slamming. My body is shaking as I try not to cry out loud. As each cabinet closes I hear a loud band against each one. I can only assume his hitting it with the marble pole. I can hear him getting closer with each boot step, slam, and bang.

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG.

It stops. The bangs, the footsteps, everything. I can hear a deep husky breathing outside the cabinet. I hear him place his hand on the knob and slowly pull it open. Inch by inch, driving me insane.

All of a sudden he swing it the rest of the way open and I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation. I fall to my knees outside of the cabinet sobbing in loud wails.

"Please, please. I'm sorry" I cry out as tears drip of my face into a pool on the floor. "I'm sorry".

I'm hit in my head with the bar and I fall to the floor in a heap. My vision blurs as I look up.

The last thing I hear before passing out will never leave my brain.

"Hi Princess."