The Siren In Me

Chapter 17: Karma is my Best Friend

Well this isn't a good start for a trip I muttered as Delilah dragged me to Emby. He didn't see us at first since he was in a line, but when Delilah tugged his black hair, he tensed up and looked back. Unfortunately, for me, the sight of  Delilah smirking while holding my arm didn't seem to brighten his day. The worst part?

We were in front of the line. Which,by all means, everyone was starring at us. I wouldn't be surprised if they shot us dirty looks. I know I would if I were in their shoes.

Emby walks close enough to me,that only I can hear his words.

"Don't try that again,sweetheart. I'm watching you day and night. Twenty-four/seven."

The statement sent chills at the back of my neck. It's hard to say that the message hide my shock,but it didn't. Well, how would you in a situation like this? He's going to be my own personal stalker.

He must of heard the slight gasp in my voice because he smirked. Emby turned and paid the cashier the amount of money from the dresses. I would thank him,but I think I should shut my mouth for a while now.

I smile up at him,but he doesn't smile back. Neither does Delilah. They both look at me,disapprovingly; like I was their child or little sister. Psh,I'm being kidnapped,shouldn't they feel guilty?

I sigh in frustration again,as we head back to the car. Instead of Delilah taking shotgun,she pushes me firmly into the seat. Emby puts on his seat belt and starts the car. Delilah stays in the back,texting who-knows-what.

"Zia,put your seat belt on." Emby says,getting ready to drive. I look at him,like he lost his mind. Doesn't he know I'm wearing handcuffs? The ones he put on me?

"Don't you think I would of I could?" I exclaimed. He just smirks and me and says,

"Oh right. Then you'll just have to go without a seat belt until the ride is over." That left me puzzled.

"Can't you or Delilah do it for me?" I asked.

He just shrugged and started driving. He went over the speeding limit,of course. So I now have three bruises from hitting my forehead of the dashboard. Why do I deserve this suffering? I thought.

1 hour later, and I feel slightly dizzy. It didn't help that Delilah took me out of the car,roughly. I tried to glare at her,but all I could do was shut my eyes. 

Faintly, I heard Emby take all the shopping bags and rushed towards us. He took out his keys and opened the door. I managed to open my eyes to see how I could escape from this horror house one day.

Emby put the bags down and took my other arm.Together,they both dragged me back to my so-called "room". "Prison hole" is what I like to call it. They threw me on the ground,face first. I groan in pain as my head hit the wooded floor. Wouldn't be surprised if I had a migraine any time soon.

They both chuckle at my misery. At least now they're acting like kidnappers. What happened to being all happy and giddy? 

I turn myself around to lay down on my back and began pushing until me head hit the wall. I used my feet to make me sit straighter,with my back against it. I reach up to touch my bruises and wince in pain.

I stopped touching my bruises and glare at them. Fortunately,this time I succeeded.Unfortunately, they didn't seem the least bit intimidated. Not that I cared.

Delilah retreated back upstairs,but Emby stayed by the doorway,with his arms crossed. He just stared at me with emotionless eyes while I glare back at him,with hateful ones.

I broke the silence by saying that surprised me.

"You're an abuser."

He uncrossed his arms and walked towards me. My confidence didn't slip away this time,though. I'm going to fight for my freedom,no matter what it takes.

"You're a blockhead." He spat back to me. Now his face was inches away from mine.

"Moron."

"Dumb blonde."

"Perverted jerk."

That snapped him. Once I said that,his eyes flashed hurt. Not that I cared. Seriously, I'm locked up because of him. Should I be gentle? No thanks.

"Shouldn't you be the least bit grateful? I  convinced that little brat Grace-"

"Grace was in this?!" I couldn't believe my ears. How could I think that Grace,of all people, would make my life greater. No wonder she was being all goody goody and nice. Well half nice.

"No duh,Sherlock. Apparently,she hates you. Like a lot." He replied,stating the obvious.

"I'm not that oblivious,idiot."

"If you say so." And with that I slapped him. I'm getting really good at this. I can already see the red forming in his cheek.

"You're gonna pay for that,blondie. Well when I kill you, you'll have more pain then I do right now."

That sent another cold chill down my spine. Someone else is determining what I do. Where I'm living. When I'm dying. I've never felt so useless about myself in my life.

I feel vulnerable.Weak. I'm a puppet who has two horrible puppeteers. I cannot move without them moving me,sometimes. I cannot eat without them serving me. 

I cannot do anything for myself,no matter how hard I try.

Sometimes I room around my room,thinking. Why do we all live, if we're going to die? To have special moments in life,but they're gone in a flash. That was how life was when she was alive.

However,no matter how much I try to rewind the happiness,the thought that she's gone comes back.

I feel tears,that I didn't know were in my eyes,slip out. I don't break eye contact,however. I just stare at him,while he stares back. He stays inches away from me. Emotionless.

He doesn't comfort. I didn't want his comfort,either way. The only guy who comforts me is Cal. And I needed Cal,not Emby. 

He breaks the silence by getting up and walking away : closing the door after him. I stare at the door,tears still spilling. 

Karma seems to haunt my life.

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Sorry for the short chapter. Please comment,vote and share. Thanks a bunch hons cx. ~Stevie.