Kidnapped by My Bully

Chapter 5

Brooklyn.....

Standing in front of me is a black lab and ....... Ryan. I took off running with small wishes that I could run and they wouldn't be able to catch me.  I was totally stupid for thinking a thought likes that, cause the second I took off Ryan had already tackled me to the ground with little to no effort. He flipped me over on my back and started to punch me with all he had while screaming about how ' I was such a stupid bitch for trying to runaway from him' and how 'I could never escape from him' but I wasn't paying complete attention to what he was saying and instead trying to block the punches flying at me. I saw another punch coming for my face, I try to block it with my left arm he hits it again and I feel a crack and I scream. He stops and stares at me for a second, stands up gives me one swift kick in my ribs and grabs my both arms and started dragging me away.

I started kicking and screaming as he dragged me through the dirt. I could feel each cut and splinter I was getting from the sticks and rocks as he dragged me. Around the time we got back to his truck I was slowly passing out from the pain. The last thing I remember is being thrown in the trunk of the truck and the cover being closed back before being consumed by the darkness.

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Brooklyn........

I woke up in so much pain that I could already feel the tears rolling down my face before my brain could register everything fully. I felt my right leg being weighed down by something, I groggily looked down at my foot to see a shackle around my ankle.

I looked around my surroundings to see I was back at the house like shed.

I failed. I failed. I failed. Maybe my only true chance to escape before anything really terrible happened to me and I wasted it. Now I may never see my mom or my friends or..... Kyle again. The future that I could've had is now slow shattering every minute I'm here, all because I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't strong enough to tell people what had been happening to me, I wasn't strong enough to runaway, and I wasn't strong enough to fight back. I just laid there and cried like some damn defenseless baby.

I was so deep in my head that I hadn't noticed Ryan standing right next to me watching me cry my heart out on the bed.

He walked around the bed looking with what I believe was anger and disappointment. When he got to the side of the bed, he just stood there and stared at me for a good minute. Then out of nowhere he quickly grabbed a hand full of my hair in his hand making me look at him as he got really close to my face with a dark look in his eyes while talking in a low growl.
" Did you really fucking think you could escape from me that easily. We are so deep in that it would take several hours to get to the get to the closest small town by car, let alone by foot. You would have mostly definitely have died out there from dehydration and starvation, or by the wild life."
He then stood up crossing his arms and continued with the craziest shit ever," You know if you think about it I actually saved you. You should really be thanking me."

What?!!!
He can't be serious. Is he really that delusional to be thinking that he actually saved me, when he's the reason I'm going through all this. But I just layed there silently with tears slowly rolling down the the side of my face to my ear.

Suddenly I felt him grab my arm pulling me up into a sitting position. I tried to give a little fight, but with him holding onto my left arm and with the rest of my body covered in cuts and bruises. It was just to painful to do, so I just sat there showing him how week I really was and listened as he talked.

"Now lets get down to business"

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