Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before (Girlxgirl)

Chapter # 27

Talia's POV

I heard a dripping noise. Like water hitting pavement. The slapping of the water was the only thing to focus on as I started to gain consciousness. It was quiet. Really quiet, and if it wasn't for the water, I think I would have thought I had died.

I felt like I did. I had a splitting head ache and my skin felt like it had been frozen. I didn't feel cold, I just knew my skin was.

I tried to move, but my arms and legs were stuck. I was lying on my back on something mildly soft. A bed, maybe? My arms were tied above my head and my legs were tied spread apart. I suddenly felt exposed because I had a skirt on today.

I turned my head to the side and opened my eyes. There was light coming from under a door, but other than that and what it illuminated--which was the floor and what looked to be a wardrobe--I couldn't see a damn thing. There were no windows.

There was something over my mouth. A cloth, tied around the back of my head. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry and scream and try to break free of what was tying me to the bed but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I couldn't bring myself to act like the girls in the movies and to waste all of their energy before the real danger came. I knew it was Lucas who took me from the hall. I knew it was him and I knew that he was crazy. He was crazy and he was transfixed on me.

For some reason, he was obsessed with me. Obsessed with controlling me, obsessed with having me. What would he get out of it? I don't know. I couldn't begin to understand him or his motives.

It seemed like a bad dream. Like I went to sleep a relatively normal girl and woke up in a snuff film. It was so unreal to me, I hadn't shed a tear. It was happening, but I wasn't fully aware of it. My mind knew fully well what was going on. My sympathetic nervous system was in action. I knew this because my heart was pounding, my mind was racing, my eyes were darting this way and that and my muscles were tensed, just waiting to be called for action, but I don't think it was all connecting. It was like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. The image was distorted. I could tell what it was, but I didn't really get the full effect of it.

I was under reacting to this situation. I was under reacting and I knew it, but I couldn't stop my reactions. It was all too scary. It was all too soon. I wish I had time to sort out my thoughts and distance my feelings from logic amd stop analyzing everything and just act. Just scream and thrash around like I knew I wanted to. Like I knew I ought to.

But I couldn't. I just focused on slowing my breathing because I knew that heavy breathing wouldn't help me in the long run. If I coud get away somehow, my breathing now would surely slow me down when and if I had to run. It would give me away if I needed to hide. I needed to calm down, so I tried that.

Even as I saw two feet from under the door and I heard the jingle of keys and the twist of the doorknob and the dripping of water coming from somewhere. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. I tried to be calm. I tried to be brave.

The door opened and light poured in, tinting my eyelids a bright red. I heard boots against the pavement and then a light switch was pulled down.

The clanking of metal, the foot falls of my kidnapper, the air leaving my lungs, the harsh air around me, shifting with his movements. His breathing, the bed shifting as someone else was on it. Had he sat on it? Leaned over me?

I kept my eyes closed until suddenly, a snap of fingers. I opened my eyes slowly and stared him down. Lucas in a crisp clean white shirt and black slacks sat at the end of the bed looking down on me with anger in his eyes.

He looked angry and ready to hurt me. Ready to make me pay for whatever he thought I did wrong. He was going to hurt me. I saw the intent clear in his eyes. All those other times, he had been overcome by anger. He hadn't really planned on hurting me, he had only been prepared to hurt me if need be. But he was going to hurt me today, if he thought I earned it or not. He was going to make sure I was in pain.