My hero, my lover.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 11- The warehouse.

The drive to work seemed to take forever. Sitting in traffic seemed to only make my nervousness increase emencely. I looked out the window on my left waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. There were parents taking their children to school looking all happy and messing about on the way there. It made me smile to think that they are a happy family. Then I compared it to how I live now. I hope to god that children wont get stuck in the situation I am in now.

Several car horn's sounded breaking me out of my daze and I relaised the light turned green. I pulled away quickly and continued my gruelling travel to work.

I parked in my usual space and got out the car and made my way inside the super market. I clocked in early and headed to the cantine for a quick cup of tea. I sat down and sighed,

"Are you alright?" I heard someone say. I looked up and saw Lauren standing at the end of the table.

"I'm fine. Just had a really stressful morning." I told half the truth. She looked at me and just nodded and didnt bother pushing the subject as clearly it wasnt something I wanted to talk about right now. She walked off and got back to whatever she was doing before she saw me. I sighed again and finished my tea and set off to work, reluctantly of course.

I walked into the back of the store and pulled out a cage full of stuff to put out on the shelves. I grabbed the edge of the cage but jumped as I heard a noise behind me. I swallowed and turned around petrified as to who it could be. I saw a shadow of someone but they werent in the light so I couldn't see. They stepped forward and I sighed in relief. It was just another worker that I didn't know. I turned around and screamed. Ronald was standing in front of me inches away from my face, obviously until I screamed and fell flat onto my ass.

"Hello Becca." He said evilly. "I take it you got my message." I didn't say anything as I was too scared to answer. He just laughed. "Your so pathetic and no one is here to save you this time." He whispered in to my ear. The other worker pulled out his cage and walked out again, leaving just me and Ron in here-alone.

He smirked and slowly kept stepping forward as I dragged myself away on the floor. I was shaking vigerously with fear. I couldn't call Alan as Ron would just kick the phone out my hand and plus Alan could be miles away for all I know. I had to endure this and probably will see nothing after this as I might infact die. That thought kept running through my brain on repeat as I was so unbelievably scared.

I backed up into a cage and his smirked widened as he looked down at me. I was helpless. I slowly put my hands behind my back and lay them flat on the floor ready to fly up from the floor and bolt out of here. He slowly walked to the left a little still facing me but blocked my view of the door, it was like he was reading my mind and knew that, that was the first place I was planning on running. He dug deep into his back pocket and pulled out something with many tools attached to it and pulled out the one that looked like a pocket knife. A shiver shot down my spine as I heard the metal scarp against the other slowly as he dramatically opened up and pointed at me.

"Good bye Rebecca, it was a pleasure knowing you." He said deeply with the most menacining tone I think I have heard anyone talk in. I flew up and bolted around the edge of the cage quickly and ran further into the warehouse. I heard and evil chuckle then everything went black, he turned out the lights so I had a major disadvantage.

"Where are you hiding?~" He kept saying over and over making more and more scared by each passing second. I stuck my arms out infront of me and felt out for any kind of thing to lean against for support and to hide against. I felt the tips of my fingers brush against a cardboard box and I smiled a little as I found something. I searched the top of the box seeing if it had been opened, and it had indeed been opened. It felt like something went in my favor. I climbed inside and managed to close it and leave a little gap so I could see out if he were to pass me. I attempted to slow my breathing so that he would not be able to hear me.

A few minutes passed and I saw a shadow walked out the side of the cage to the left of the box I was currently hiding in. It was Ron. He was humming lightly as if he was happy about the current situation. He had wanted to kill me and he was happy about the fact I ran and was completely scared out of my witt's. I held my breath as he neared the box and eventually passed me. I waited a few moer minutes and then eventually climbed out the box again trying to make a small amount of noise. I was out and I began to sneakily run in the dirrection of the door. I took a left and then a right and saw light under something. A little crack of light was peering under the door. My salvation.

I began to sneakily run again as quick as possible in the dirrection of the door. I reached it and pulled on the handle. No! I tugged again.

"I locked the door~" Someone whispered in my ear. I went to scream but he covered my mouth with his hand and with the other slowly grabbing a hold of my hair and dragging me back away from the door and deeper into the warhouse once again. A few minutes later we must have been in the center as he threw me down on the floor and climbed on top of me and sat on my waist keeping me down from bolting again.

"That will be the last time you ever get away from me." He said, anger rising in his tone. I began to wiggle to try to get out but to no previal he was heavier than me and kept me pinned to the floor. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head pushing on my wrists with a single hand. My god was he strong. he leant down to my ear.

"Oh how I could do so many things to you right now but you have been really bad and have caused a lot of trouble for me so the only way you could make up for that is through... death." He said slyly. He rapped something around my wrists so I was bound and he stayed sitting on top of me.

"For the last time, good bye Becca." I felt something sharp be forceful jabbed down into my abdomn and felt fist's flying into my head and pounding on my stumoch harder and faster. I was being stabbed and beaten to death. My eyes slowly began to close and the pain slowly began to numb and I was gone.

Don't worry my lovely readers, She isn't dead. I wouldn't end it so dramatically. Thanks for reading~Jodie xoxo Sorry for a late update I have had a lot of things going on xoxo