Help Me

Chapter 15

Nikki POV

My eyes widened.

Why is he here?!

Oh God, he's going to actually hurt me!

"Don't look so panicked, Dollface. I only want to get to know you more," he said with fake worry.

He sauntered closer to me I sat up and scooted away from him.

When I pulled my legs closer to me, he took that as an opportunity to sit on my bed.

His black eyes seemed void of emotion as they stared into my hazel ones.

"No," I managed to breathe out through my fear.

"No? I'm afraid that 'no' isn't an option here. Do you know who I am? Do you know how powerful I am?" he raised his voice, the anger evident.

"N-no, I'm sorry," I stammered, cowering beneath him.

He stood up, looking even taller now that I was huddled in a corner.

"What did I just tell you?" He roared, "No. Isn't. An. Option!"

Then he slapped me.

I was immediately flooded with the memories of my parents, and my mom getting beat up by my father.

With tears pouring down my face, I felt my cheek for any damage.

There wasn't any broken skin, but there was going to be a nasty bruise.

Bringing his hand back to his side, I curled up into an even tighter ball, if that was even possible.

Deciding that I wasn't worth the energy, he swiftly spun around and sauntered to the heavy door.

Before he left, though, he told me:

"You're never getting out of here, you little whore. So you might as well get your emotions in check, or else
worse things will happen."

Then he disappeared through the door and I heard the dead bolt slide into place.

I was beginning to accept this as my fate.

I was beginning to think that there was no point in holding onto any more hope.

I was beginning to believe these horrible things that he was telling me.

I was beginning to give up.

But no, I can't.

My family wouldn't want me to give up. I have to stay strong, no matter how hard it gets.

I have to try.

Right?

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The next morning I was woken up by someone roughly shaking my shoulders.

"Get the fuck up. The boss wants you, and if we're late, he's gonna flip. And it's not pretty when he does," they grip my arm.

Hold on.

I blink my eyes as they adjust to the pale light.

Long, black hair, makeup, fitted jeans?

This-

"Yeah, I know. I'm a girl. Now come on! I'm not about to be put on clean up duty again," they tugged on my arm.

Stumbling off of the bed, I tried to get a closer look at her face, but she had turned away from me.

As I was pulled through the door, I tried to get a good look at the hallway, but the girl quickly pushed my head down so that I was looking at the ground.

"Sorry. Can't let you see anything."

I tried to get at least an okay look at the hall, but is was nearly impossible.

I mentally cursed myself for not chopping off my hair when I had the chance.

Suddenly, we stopped and I felt her hands leave me.

I tried to look around me, but there was no use. It looked like she had brought me to a completely different part of the house.

The walls were a deep cherry red, unlike the plain walls in my room.

And there was only one door at the end of the hall.

I heard the girl's footsteps start to leave me here.

"Wait!" I called out.

She paused at this.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" I asked.

She hesitated before saying, "...Madeleine. He's waiting for you. Knock on the door."

A small smile appeared on my face when she answered.

Turning back around to face the intricate door, I took a deep breath before stepping forward and bringing my fist up to it.

Just before I knocked, the door swung open, revealing a tall, blond man.

He smirked at me, then told me to head inside.

"And don't keep him waiting," he warned.

I swallowed. This man sounds absolutely terrifying. Especially if that was him last night.

Well, I might as well get this over with.

I shuffled into the dark room.

Where is he?

This is the right room, isn't it?

As I scanned the room, I noticed a big desk.

There was a chair in front of it. That's probably my best option.

When I sat in the chair, my nerves started to get the best of me.

What did he want? Why am I here? And who was that girl?

There's something off about her, I decided.

And I almost felt a sort of déjà-vu with her.

Madeleine...

Didn't I know someone with that name?

Black hair...

Oh my God.

She's -

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That's a cliff. Hang from it.

It's been so long since I last updated! And I'm so, so sorry about that! I just haven't been feeling myself, and haven't really been in the writing mood. And I'd rather not update at all then give you guys shit updates. But still, sorry for the long ass wait...😳😔

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