Love Scars(Under Major Editing)

CHAPTER TWO

Kate's POV:

It's funny how everything came to a twist we were sat on the couch watching the Lion King.

"Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." The baboon said, "Is there a way that we might learn from our past? I ran away from it only to find myself in an obscure place with strange people. It frustrates me that I am feeling this way. I would much rather die naturally than live here or anywhere else where I can be absolutely certain that everything will turn out okay.

"When will I be able to see your boss?" Considering how little value I have to you gentlemen, I don't think it's convenient for someone like me to be here. I stated, my gaze still fixated on the screen.

Why would you speak ill of yourself and our boss? He might return tonight, or he might not; it could take days. All you need to do is wait patiently and be a good girl until he returns. While gritting my teeth, I felt something rip from within me, but I was expected to be a nice girl and wait, so I kept silent. It is funny how my parents constantly repeat those
very same words to me whenever they leave me alone in a house with a group of strangers. "Of course, why not? I'll learn to behave." I flashed Michen a mocking look and rolled my eyes while turning back to the television.

I felt queasy just sitting here and being around them as the wall-mounted clock continued to tick away for each passing second. Don't break anything; just about everything costs tens of millions of dollars. I believe it is time for us to leave. As Michen continued rambling, "As if I could, the house was fully secured with armed guys. I could hardly accomplish anything,"I whispered to myself. "Stay in your room and don't go anywhere else I've warned you," he said. "Right, I'll keep that in mind so as not to damage anything by having to listen to the nonsense you're saying."

My view was blocked by a shadowy figure from the television. Michen was smiling as he looked down on me when I looked up. He grinned, "I'd encourage you to listen or you'll be in serious trouble." He side-eyed the twin who had been leaning against the wall and grinning at us and added, "Your pretty, the stubborn one. I wonder if the boss can really handle her." He breathed a faint laugh and smirked with delight. Sweet little Katie, you should be extremely grateful that we haven't broken one of your fingers. I absolutely can not wait to see what you have up your sleeve. His eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as I watched, and I gulped, and closed my eyes, realizing that I would soon be exposed to more harassing.

"Tsk, tsk little Katie, all I need to do is make a phone call and watch as your worthless body gets slumped back across this couch. "Don't push your luck," he drew his face near and whispered. I was praying for my death to come after hearing those words, but as I continued to stare at him with a deadpan expression, fear began to build inside of me. How could I have been so afraid? I'm such a coward. They decided to go after I stopped talking, and then as I heard the door close, I released a sigh of relief.

I stumbled to the stairs, falling over my own feet at each and every step. My thoughts were constantly reliving scenarios in which he would kill me. He had a natural talent for looking deep within your soul. I had the illusion that he was taking pleasure tormenting me. I was reminded of a serial killer by his expression, particularly that vile grin on his face. Michen was already scary but what about his boss was he this terrifying? I really didn't want to imagine how he would be. I walked into the room by opening the door and moved to the enormous glass door leading to the balcony. The sky was clear and the night was cool, making me feel colder as I tried to control my thoughts. I imagined pictures of my own body on that couch or on the staircase whilst I bit my bottom lip and considered whether I could get out of this situation.

I undressed and threw away my old clothes because I didn't want to be reminded of my past any longer. I entered the bathroom and turned on the warm water, but it didn't feel hot enough. I wonder if the constant pain they cause me is what helped cause me to become pain-immune. I started touching my body, and every scar that I touched gave off a throbbing sensation. I heard a loud bang and it snapped me out of my depressive state since it was becoming difficult for me to control my breathing. I quickly collected my thoughts, snatched up a towel, and left the restroom.