If You Would [h.s.] HOLD

Thirty-Eight

I've been here for two days. 48 hours.

Although this is the scariest situation I've ever been in, it still hasn't hit me yet. I mean it has, I could die here, my abusive ex husband is here, but I don't feel fear. I know I should be scared and trying to escape but I don't have any sense of panic. The large bed in my room is actually comfortable, but that's probably not what I should be thinking about. How odd? How odd that I'm concerned with how comfortable my bed is but not escaping. It's almost comical.

I miss Harry.

I sit up in my bed when I hear the knob jiggle and open. Randy walks in with a large bowl in his hands and comes closer to me. Since our last interaction and him apologizing, I don't feel as terrified as I was the first time I woke up here. He smiles slightly, leaving the door wide open. That excites me a little, like I could just walk out.

He sits next to me and places the bowl in my lap. It's a large grilled chicken salad with ranch drizzled over it. It looks delicious. I smile slightly.

"Thank you." Is all I say. I expect him to leave but he doesn't. Instead he just stares at me. I look back at him and raise an eyebrow as I fold my legs underneath me.

"What?" I ask.

"She's asked me to make sure you eat." He says plainly, as if staring at me eating isn't weird. But I guess this whole situation is weird. I shrug and take a bite of the salad. It tastes familiar but all chicken salads taste the same I suppose.

"When do I get to meet this woman? I'm assuming she's the one calling the shots." I say with my mouth full, not really caring if it looks disgusting. I hope it does. He looks taken aback.

"Whenever she feels like it. But she's definitely not the one calling the shots. That would be me." He smirks cockily and I roll my eyes. I take another bite and I feel tired even though it must be the middle of the day.

"So you're in charge but she gets to decide when i get to see her? Doesn't sound like you're in charge to me!" I laugh and a little fleck of lettuce shoots out of my mouth. Normally I'd be embarrassed but the grosser I look to him the better. I know his tricks and I know how disgusting of a person he is. I don't want him anywhere near me. He stands up quickly and I flinch back, suddenly afraid again.

"Watch it Evelyn!" He warms and holds out his finger as if scolding a child. I put my fork down and look into my lap.

"I'm sorry. I would like to meet her if that's okay with you?" The submissive tone in my voice surprised even me, I haven't had to use it in a while. I can hear him smile and I look up to see his face twisted into a grin.

"Well, since I'm in charge, maybe I will show her to you!" He unfolds his arms and stomps out of the room. My eyes widen slightly.

He didn't shut the door? I stand up quickly from the bed but almost fall over immediately. My vision goes blurry and I topple back on to the bed. I hear a yelp and voices coming from the hallway. My head is still fuzzy when I hear the two people enter my room. I lost my opportunity to run. Fuck Evelyn!

I try and calm my own brain down as I look at the two blurry figures, one of them being Randy of course. And as my eyes adjust....

Chelsea. I gasp slightly and she stands there, tall and with a smile on her face.

"Well, nice to see you Evelyn." She smirks. My mouth hangs open.

This is her? This is the girl who's been keeping me hostage here?

I could fuck her shit up.

I stand up again, and regain my balance. My head isn't nearly as fuzzy as it once was. I take a step toward her and she takes a step back, her smile dropping. Randy steps in between us, already knowing where my head was going. I scowl and make dead eye contact with her, completely ignoring Randy.

I lunge. I try and go around Randy but his large build easily blocks me. Chelsea ducks from my aimless swinging and steps back into the run down hall way.

"Fuck you! What is this huh? Why am I here Chelsea?!" Randy picks me up and throws me onto the bed.

"Evelyn calm down." He says in an even tone, as if I'm over reacting. I look up at him and he seems concerned but I don't buy it. Chelsea disappears into the hallways and I still try and fight against Randy. I claw at his arms but he's too strong for me, my boost of adrenaline is helping me but no matter what, I'm too weak.

Chelsea returns quickly with a set of handcuffs in her hand. She has a smirk, knowing she has me beat and hands them to Randy.

"No." Is all I say as he attaches the handcuff to my wrist and the bed rail. I thrash against him more but it's no use. As soon as I hear the click of the hand cuff I know it's no use. I pull against it and tears run down my face.

It reminds me of the day Randy tied my wrists to the headboard for three days.

"FUCK EVELYN HOLD STILL! You know you did this to yourself. Just shut up!" He slaps me across the face, leaving a bright red stinging feeling. He takes his belt and wraps it around my wrists so tight that I can't feel my finger tips and ties it to the top of the headboard. I thrash slightly and cry and beg for him to stop.

"Baby I'm so sorry. Please stop. I won't do it ever again!" I had forgotten to clean the bathtub today, there was still some soap residue in it and Randy slipped and fell. He has a small bruise on his ankle from it. Of course it was my fault.

"Oh god, don't pull that again!" He laughs and tightens the knot before walking out of the room with no sympathy, he left me there for three days.

I cry and stop my fighting. At least this time it's only one hand, I should stop before they restrict my other one. I look at Chelsea who has an even mixture of pride and fear in her eyes.

I hope she knows that I won't stop until I get her.

"Randy baby, can you tighten that a little more? Don't want her to slip out of them." She smiles at him and I narrow my eyes. Baby? She called him baby?

He sighs and tightens the cuff. I stay silent, afraid to speak. He walks towards her and she wraps her arms around him and places a kiss on his lips, they both smile.

"Oh my god." I whisper. I feel sick to my stomach. This makes sense. It doesn't but it does. I look away and Chelsea laughs.

"Oh, so you can just go live your happy life with Harry but we can't be happy?" I look at Chelsea and frown.

"Is this some sort of revenge?" My voice comes out much more confident than I feel. She raises her eyebrows.

"Something like that." And she walks away. My stomach flips. She's insane. They both are. Randy goes to follow her but stops before closing the door.

"Sorry if they're too tight." He apologizes and closes the door behind him. I hear it click, signifying it's locked.