WHEN DADDY LEFT

Makeouts and reunions pt2

Anthony's POV

I manage to easily carry her inside and tie her up before she opens up her eyes.

It was my plan to capture her the moment she came back home but I wasn't getting the right opportunity to do so. She had Daniel by her side all the time. When the opportunity availed itself at the wedding reception I quickly made arrangements to sedate her. I didn't expect it would be this easy. Getting to the kid was tough because every time I tried getting closer, a distraction came up.

Making sure the ropes are tight, I breathe in ease pulling a chair and wait for her to wake up. She didn't struggle, when she felt the gun on her back she was scared to talk and I was quick to sedate her before she could create attention.

It takes around an hour for her to starts waking up. I already ordered food and drinks for both of us. I want her alive even though I hate her guts.

She opens her eyes, staring around until her eyes rest on me. She eyes me with something like pity and hatred and I strike her across the face even before she can say anything. It catches her by surprise.

"Love of my life. Welcome to our humble abode."

I whisper into her ear pretending to caress her hair then tug at it with all my might. She cries out in pain, tears coming out of her eyes but she still says nothing.

It's annoying. Y'vania always has something to talk about, to comment but right now her silence is driving me crazy.

I get up and head upstairs to my bedroom leaving her there to think about what her life has turned out to.

Y'vania's POV

He walks away upstairs and I hear a door banging then everything goes silent.

I stare around. It looks like a living room, all furnished so beautiful I wonder whose place it is.

I am worried, scared, in fact really terrified but I guess my body is still in shock or numb due to what he sedated me with. There are paintings and photographs everywhere around the room and when I adjust my eyes on them I almost scream in shock.

All of them are pictures or paintings of me. Some of them came from the internet and some of them I don't recognize. This man was stalking me and collecting photos.

I try loosening the ropes on my hands and reaching out to the ones on my legs but it's difficult so I give up, returning to my previous position.

I don't have my purse or my phone with me. Daniel was holding my purse when his phone rang.

He must be wondering where I ran off to. I hope this psycho doesn't kill me or harm my unborn child. I hope my Elio is okay.

I break into painful sobs knowing exactly that whatever happened to my father was going to happen to me. Anthony stuck to his theory that I had an abortion. He took his time planning the perfect revenge plan and now I don't even know where I am or how I am going to get myself out of this.

I cry in pain blaming myself for trusting him, blaming myself for loving him, blaming myself for giving him a second chance in life, blaming myself for thinking he was my knight in shining armor. I blame myself for thinking he wasn't capable of hurting a fly, that he was the softest creature ever. I always thought Daniel was the heartless one because he played lots of girls in highschool. I always thought Anthony was the pure one, the righteous one.

I defended him, saying that he was going through grief for the loss of our daughter but this has gone too much. I never thought Anthony could hit me mercilessly and leave me in pain, all tied up and dehydrated not caring how I feel. There was so much hatred in his eyes when I stared at him.