Abducted | Michael Clifford [DISCONTINUED]

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I am so sorry this is late and shitty af. Alot of you have been commenting asking me to update and I just wanted to say thank you for reading and sorry for being such a horrible writer. Reasons like these though is what will keep this story going :) xx

*not edited but revised slightly

-No One's POV-

It has been two days since Alex had woken after getting caught by Michael, and five days since she had climbed out of that damned window. She had cried non-stop, her cheeks constantly damp with tears. Thought's rummaged throughout her mind like a broken alarm clock that just wouldn't shut the fuck up. Though fear - fear is the exact word to describe how she had felt since Michael had jerked her off the ground in the woods. Not once has she been afraid of this man (other than his persistent facial expressions) with the bright red hair in the whole eleven days since she was abducted. She had only been afraid of what was going to happen to her in particular. Though, when she had looked into them angry hazel eyes, Michael had almost seemed devilish to her. She had never seen someone so angry and it absolutely terrified her. She had honestly though for a moment he was going to kill her with his bare hands, just to put a end to her all together. The day he had let her out the basement to get something to eat, she figured he was one of those soft guys, the ones that felt a little bad for you and pitied you like in the movies. She thought he would be easy, that Michael would be stupid enough to let her go. But damn was she wrong. In the past five days, he has proved that he was nothing but the complete opposite. She could almost bet that her torso was bruised from Michael's balled fist he used to get her to breathe in the chemical mixture of his 'choke rag' - as she likes to call it.

He had only came in to the room a few times, only to see if she was still there and to give her a few sips of water. He maybe untied her once to let her actually go use the restroom, leaving the bathroom door open to keep from causing anymore accidents.

Michael on the other hand, is still pissed over the fact the little bitch about cost him his one-hundred grand. Not that he doubted himself that he wouldn't catch her, just the simple fact she even tempted to escape. He had almost felt sorry for the girl thinking about the shit she is probably going through but with the little stunt she had recently pulled; Ha. Fuck that.

Michael has a very, very short temper and is quite bi-polar. Often atime; blacking out from his uncontrollable temperaments is the reasons as why there is so much blood on his hands. He would lose his self control over a drug-deal-gone-bad and ends up snapping a mans neck just because he pissed him off even the slightest. Temper is the main thing Michael is known for. Temper is the reason why people coward from Michael in fear. Temper is the reason Michael is where he is now.

Alone.

And Michael hated that. He hated himself for that simple fucking reason. He knows he will never be good enought for this fucked up world. That he will never amount to anything else other than a low-life criminal stuck in a deadbeat town. Stuck in a life that he can't get the fuck out of because he fucked up. He uttermost-ly hates the shit he does every damn day for a living and what he is probably going to do in the future. But he's a fucked up person. Yeah, he got that. It been made clear, that once your in this life there is no going back.

But to say Michael regretted hitting Alex at all would be a lie. He regrets nothing. Does he know he shouldn't have? Of course. Does he regret it? No. For all he cares, she should have never went out the fucking window or even thought about escaping after the various warning he had given. He strictly said, 'Don't do anything stupid'. Could the message had not been any clear? So, no he don't regret hitting her or keeping her in that damn room for the past five days with nothing. He doesn't regret anything he's ever done for that matter. That just who Michael is. The red head boy with the bad temper and a hatred for the world with no regrets. Piss him off once and that's it. He just doesn't out up with shit.

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As Alex lies on the broken down bed, she groans from the the pain scorching through her body from her stomach and leg. She knew her stomach hurt from the previous punches launched into it and the lack of food, but her leg; hurts like a bitch. She can see the purple bruise and swelling along with a few scrapes and cuts as she looks down towards her feet. Her leg is quite noticeable and she can't help but wonder if Michael has even seen the wound on her left leg. Is he that heartless to not even see if its serious or anything?

Erratic and raw titles for her to describe Michael started soaring though her system;

Dick.

Heartless.

Bastard.

Psycho.

Monster.

The more she thought about him the more she started to believe she hated him. She was supposed to right? She was supposed to hate the man that abducted her. The man that had kept her locked in a filthy room with no light, food, and little water.

She did fucking hate this man.

Alex wiped the last tear she would shed over being stuck in this room because of Michael, her pain becoming less obvious to her. She was tired and basically done. Eleven days is all its been, but she feels like shes been stuck in here for years. She felt trapped and it was starting to make her angry. Being done with the tear and self-loathing, her sadness has finally turned into anger. She was fucking pissed. Still fearful, but pissed and she wasn't going to let him know how afraid she was anymore. She wasn't going to feel weak anymore. If she was going to be stick here, she was going to try her best not get trampled on. She need to put up a safeguard for herself. She needed too.

When he came back down those stairs to see if she was still here, she was going to look like a fragile broken girl. She wasn't going to allow him to receive that satisfaction. She was going to be strong. Being strong is the only equivalent thing Alex has left. If she loses that feeling or mindset, she'd rather be dead.

A/n: FILLER I don't even know what this bs is and I'm so sorry this sucked kind of. It was going alright at first and then I lost it so that kind of why I'm putting into two parts. If you have any ideas, please comment below, it would be very very helpful. GOD THIS IS SO SHORT.
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