Torn

Chapter 18

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Katrina? Open the door." Taker demanded about a half hour later.

I was still laying on my bed wiping my wet eyes and sniffling. My door handle shook violently as Taker twisted it, trying to get the door to open. I knew he would eventually kick it open and once again break my lock, so I sat up and called out to him.

"Go away!" I yelled.

"Excuse me?" he snapped. "Girl you better open this damn door before I-"

"-Before you what? Kick it open? Break it down? Go ahead Taker, it's not going to faze me." I snapped back.

A moment of silence came after my outburst and his footsteps shortly after. I listened as he walked to the steps and went down them. Strange…he never gave into my outburst before. I sniffled again before getting up to fix my make-up. Taker hated it when I had sloppy make-up and ruffled hair….unless he had something to do with it. Unfortunately for him we were far from that point. The only thing I let him do nowadays was hold my hand.

As I was fixing my face, I heard three motorbikes come to life just outside. I ran to my window and saw Brock, Hunter, and Jeff leaving with Taker standing in the yard watching them. His arms were folded over his chest signaling to me that he was very upset with them. I guess we weren't going anywhere that night….

"Katrina! You've got about three seconds to get your ass down here now!" he yelled.

I balled up my fist and marched to the door, opening it up without hesitation. I walked to the top of the steps and stood there with my arms folded over my chest. He was standing at the bottom of the steps with his hands on his hips and an evil glare on his face.

"What." I asked.

He raised an eyebrow at me and then tightened his jaw. "Come here."

"No." I said almost in a whisper.

He cracked his neck, "I'm only going to ask you one more time….come….here."

As much as I wanted to argue with him I knew what my consequences would be. I slowly made my way down the steps keeping my eyes on his. When I got close enough, he gently took my hand and pulled me to the living room. Just as we reached the large black sofa, I pulled my hand from him making him turn around to face me.

"Is it true?" I asked. "Was my uncle really seeing Sara?"

He folded his arms, "Yes it's true you know that already,"

I shook my head as more tears started to form, "Lies…you'll tell me anything to make me trust you more."

"I could care less if you trust me or not Katrina. What matters is that I'm getting my revenge on your precious uncle by having you here. And soon we'll seal the deal when I put a ring on your finger."

"NO! I refuse to marry a murderer like you!"

He gritted his teeth, "I haven't murdered anyone, but the way your mouth is running that could change real quick!"

I got in his face, determined to stand my ground. If this guy wanted me as his wife he would have to respect me to first.

"And what exactly are you gonna do Taker? I'll tell you...ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING."

"Watch your mouth." He said firmly.