After reading the same book for about an hour, I quickly became bored. Returning it to the shelf, I paced towards the window. Placing my small hands against the cool glass, I admired the gorgeous city surrounding me.
A shiver ran through me at the sound of the lock turning, indicating Chandler had finished whatever meeting he had. Quickly sniffling, I wiped away my tears, not wanting to show any weakness.
I turned around when I heard him slouch into the chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "Thank you for staying quiet. I was sure you wouldn't listen." I stood still, not replying. "Anyway, come and sit. I did say we'd talk when I finished." He patted the chair in front of him. Hesitantly walking closer, I pulled the shirt down farther before sitting with my legs glued together.
He stared at me with his intense gray eyes, almost like he could see my soul. Dressed in a black suit, his dark hair was slightly messy. Shying away from his gaze, I sank into the chair, becoming smaller than I already am.
"Why me? Of all the women in the world, why me?" Gathering enough courage to ask, I finally ended the stare down. He shifted in his chair, crossing his long legs.
"Because you're the one I chose." The simple reply was all he said, not paying much attention to the seriousness I held. "Okay, but there has to be a reason." Inquiring softly, I realized if I wanted answers, I should be nice.
"One day, I saw a beautiful woman sitting in a bakery, and I knew she was mine." Hiding my distaste at his creepy sentence, I continued to ask questions. "What day was that? How long have you known about me?" Furrowing my eyebrows, I was desperate for information that I knew would only upset me.
"Since August 10th, so roughly four months." He replied so casually, it added to the creepy demeanor. "I am a complete stranger. You know nothing about me, so how the hell can you think we're somehow meant to be?" Pausing, I narrowed my eyes. "I have done nothing to be dragged into this shit, so let. Me. Go."
His face hardened, the same frown forming on his lips. "How many times do I have to tell you no?" Rubbing his temples, a stressed expression plagued him. "However many times it takes for you to say yes," I remarked bitterly.
"Let me tell you something Jess, I have been nice and gentle with you. I will never let you leave, no matter what. Get that in your head. Keep up this behavior and you won't like the consequences."
Abruptly standing, I ignored whatever shit he had to say. He roughly grabbed my wrist, stopping me from advancing towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?" He questioned darkly, a threat lying somewhere deep within.
"Anywhere but here." Jerking my arm away, I continued to walk. Turning the doorknob, I found it unlocked. "Take one step out and watch what happens." Turning around, I noticed he had stood up, narrowed eyes warning me.
Stay or run? Choosing the latter, I quickly faced the door and sprinted out into an open area. Spotting stairs to my right, I wasted no time running down the steps with shaky legs.
When I emerged in another open space, the large area confused the shit out of me. As I heard his footsteps coming down the wooden stairs, I chose the door that had a peephole, assuming it was the entrance.
With several futile tugs, I realized it was locked, and Chandler was too close to run from. Resting my forehead on the wood, my hands fisted at my sides. Unsteady breaths and tears soon emerged, sending me into a panic attack.
Once I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me backward, I latched onto the knob. "No! Let go of me!" Screaming louder than ever, I refused to stop.
"I warned you, and you chose to disobey." He gripped my hair, harshly pulling back. Unconsciously, my hands released the knob, attempting to free the strands from being ripped.
He held me this way the whole duration it took to reach the bedroom again. He effortlessly tossed me on the bed, and I immediately curled myself into a ball and began sobbing.
My left arm was pulled away from my knees as the sound of scraping metal hit my ears. Bringing my head up, I noticed the switchblade in his hand. Yanking my forearm back proved useless as his grip was too strong. He pushed on my body until I was lying flat, then straddled my hips.
I struggled against his heavy figure but to no avail. He overpowered me easily, giving him an unfair advantage.
The knife hung above my skin; its edges sharp. Within seconds, it pierced the tough layer, resulting in loud cries of pain from me. The blade was removed just as fast, but the damage was done.
"Do you think you can just run out of here whenever you want?" No response. "Don't take me for an idiot, Jess. You're naive to think I'll ever let you go." His tone was bitter.
"Shut up," I whispered, making my first mistake. "What did you just say?" He grabbed my chin, pressing my skin together. "Shut up, you motherfucking psycho! I will do whatever the hell I want to!" Yelling louder than he had been, I made another mistake.
Clawing at his arms, I attempted to release myself. A hard slap resounded throughout the room, the result of his hand landing on my cheek.
"Disrespect me one more time, and I promise you'll wish you never ran in the first place." His eyes were dark, filled with threats.
My idiotic self couldn't process the danger behind his words. "I'm not scared of you!" While shouting, I tried my luck and slapped him back, blood falling onto the mattress as I did so. Mistake three.
He chuckled darkly, taking my left wrist and twisting roughly. Screaming, I awaited the snap of my bone, but he let go right before the sound could be heard. He threw me on the floor, kicking my stomach once.
I tried to crawl away, but his hand came down on my ankle, pulling me back to him. He hit and punched me several times, not stopping until I ceased to struggle, proving he had won.
"I'm sorry," A soft mumble left my lips, and I was surprised he heard. "Think before you speak next time." I only nodded my head in surrender, sniffling a few times.
With blood emerging from the wound, and unbearable agony, I was guided to the bathroom. He rinsed the blood away from my arm before wrapping gauze and taping it at the end. Crying the whole time, a single thought in my mind; he lied.
He told me he wouldn't hurt me, that everything would be okay. Maybe it was just my tendency to believe everything anyone told me.
He left me standing there, walking out of the room without a second glance. Slowly, I proceeded back into the bedroom, sitting on the wooden floor against the base of the bed. I pulled my knees to my chest, hugging them.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
Romance"Baby, there's no secret you can keep from me, which means that if you leave me, I will always find you." In another life we would have been lovers. In another life this was my happily ever after and he was my Prince Charming. In another life it wou...
