Running With a Bad Boy Rewrite || COMPLETE ||

Chapter 25

Zoe

I was completely still on the bed as my eyes were glued to the ceiling blankly. My mind felt empty as I barely had the strength to think of anything other than my body being used as some sort of toy again. This was the second time today Blake came into my room to get on top my half naked body and do what he wanted with it. What was I to do? It's not like I was capable of pushing his off me. It disgusted me that I was only property he owned right now.

I didn't even know what time it was or how long I've really been in here. I couldn't sleep so to me it was the same day. There was no window shining in the sun or filling the darkness with moon rays so I had no chance of knowing what it was like outside. Drake never returned to the room it was only Blake. His sweaty body on top of mine made me grow sick and I wanted to vomit, but because there was no food in my system all I ever did was feel the pain of emptiness.

I missed Hunter. I was an idiot for not obeying his orders and now I've gotten myself trapped in this situation. It was my fault that this happened and if Hunter came to rescue me he'd probably get killed. The feeling of my throat filling with sobs caused me even more pain when nothing would come out. I couldn't cry because I felt so dead inside. This was the same feeling I felt most of my life when my father would sneak into my room for a bite.

"Thanks doll face," Blake cooed as he finished his round and stood to buckle his belt. He even had the common curtesy to pull my pants on. "I really wish you would show some kind of excitement though. I mean my d**k must be way bigger than Hunter's."

I wouldn't know...

"You could allow yourself to release too," he continued. "I mean you aren't leaving anytime soon. Might as well enjoy the pleasure that I'm giving you."

I couldn't control the actions that took place next as I reached out and slapped Blake as hard as I could to the point where it made my wrist tingle. He looked pissed as a small trickle of blood slipped from his lip, but when he was about to grab me someone from the door stopped him.

"Enough," Drake calmly said. "Get out."

Blake passed me one more nasty glare before escaping the small room and allowing Drake and I to be alone. I gulped back my fear when he came closer to me, only to set a glass of water on the nightstand along with a granola bar.

"I figured you'd be thirsty," Drake informed me and sat on the end of the bed. "Might as well get comfortable because it doesn't seem like my son is showing up any time soon."

"What do you mean?" I asked worriedly, hoping he didn't already kill him.

"I've been informed that he's still home. You must not be that important to him my dear."

I bit my tongue to hold back a snarky reply. Drake wasn't the man to have an attitude with.

"But I've come up with a compromise." At his words I became alert and confused.  "You have some fire in you Zoe and I like that. You don't like to take anyone's shit."

"Where are you going with this?" I decided to ask carefully. He only chuckled.

"How would you like to be on my side? I won't hurt or threaten you anymore and I'll leave your friends out of this. But my son has disobeyed me for too long and I will have to deal with him my own way. So, I will take one life in exchange for you and your friends to live."

My eyes were focused on my hands now as I held in the fury caged inside wanting to attack this man. He was insane for even offering me this deal because I could never accept it. But he couldn't know that. If I seem as if I wanted to go through with this only to him, maybe it can buy me some time from the visits from Blake, and keep me safe until Hunter would hopefully show up. So I looked back into Drake's eyes; the cold, endless orbs.