Mr. Possessive

Chapter 29.

Chapter 29.

~Maya~

I tried to keep my mind off the news Tom gave me. There’s no way he was telling the truth. I would most definitely feel my own heart stop if anything happened to Elijah. He was just trying to mess up with me. And at some level, he succeeded.

But what if he wasn’t lying though? The messed up part of my brain decided to weigh in. What if something actuall…. No. Nothing happened to him. It was a lie. The broadcast, the lady, Tom, everything was a fucking lie.

Laying, still bound on the metal bed, those are the only words that keeping me from going completely insane.

How was it that Elijah and I were happy one moment and the next the universe thought that we don’t deserve it. When will this stop? When will my past finally let me go? What do I have to do to deserve even a sliver of happiness?

After Tom left me in my despair a few hours, my mind took over all the time I spent with him. And the only thought that killed me the most was ‘I lost my virginity to the man whose father ruined me.’ How never in all those years I was with him, didn’t I recognize his degeneracy?

I will myself not to shed another tear for these lowlifes, but as my mind wanders towards Elijah again, the dam shatters. Each and every moment flash through my mind as if to taunt me of what I lost.

“Elijah!” I scream out his in complete agony, feeling nothing but helpless. What is going to happen to me now? My stomach growls in hunger but the mere thought of eating makes me want to puke.

My thoughts are disturbed when I hear sounds of footsteps nearing my prison. Fear storms in with a vengeance not knowing if Tom is back or is it someone else. Someone who will be my demise just like in the past.


I face the ceiling, not looking at the doorless frame where now stands my capture. “Hello sweetheart, long time no see.” Panic grips me as I hear his voice but I refuse to acknowledge it.

Finding my ignorance amusing he lets out a chuckle. His gravelly voice scratching like metal in my ear as he moves towards me. “My God you’ve grown up to be one beautiful woman.”

Bile rises up my throat as I close my eyes, wanting to not hear him.

*God please, please, please…*

I closed my eyes and started chanting the same mantra again and again trying my best to zone out his very existence but nothing worked.

I felt his fingers touch my face and I snapped it away from his awful touch. At once he got a hold of my chin and moved towards him, bringing has face close to mine. “The only reason I didn’t fuck you before was because you would sell for more having your virginity intact.” My breathing stop and I closed my eyes as I heard his disgusting words. “But guess nothing is stopping me now, huh you nasty slut.”

Panic gripped me as my eyes snapped open to see his monstrous smirk in place. I fought then, as his hands made their way down my body I tried as hard as I could to fight him. Fight him like I didn’t as a child. But the ties on my wrists and ankles made it nearly impossible so I screamed. Hoping someone would hear. Help me, but I knew it was in vain.

“That’s right.” He chuckled as I trashed on the metal bed. “Scream as loud as you can and fight as hard as you want. These two things turn me on to no end sweetheart.”

I stilled as his word registered but my sobs won’t stop. As his fingers worked on tearing at my clothes I knew right then that it was too late for me. I could never recover from this.

*****

~Elijah~

Where is she?

I can’t do this anymore


Theres no way she left.

I’m sorry.

I’m so fucking late.

I don’t love you anymore.

I roared out her name as the words on the letter echoed in my head.

I knew instantly after reading this that my Maya could never write this. After working with her I knew her handwriting was a bit different.

After I came back from my apartment to pick Maya up for the airport, a strange heaviness settled in my heart. Everything ruined the moment I entered her apartment. She wasn’t there. I could feel it. The tense air in the place screamed at me to do something about it. And as I saw a piece of paper sitting idly. My fear became reality.

With a shaky hand I pulled out my phone and called the only person who could help e out of this. Help me get my angel back.

“Yeah?”

“He got to her.”

After a string of curses from his end I told him to meet me at Maya’s apartment.

And it’s been seven hours and still no sign of my girl.

Dylan was at my side, watching my breakdown as the hours passed and we still couldn’t get a hold of her. What would she be going through? What was he doing to her? My hands were in my hair ripping them out as these agonizing question filled my brain.

“Get a fucking hold of yourself frost and think with a cool mind.” Dylan voice registered through the chaos my mind created. “Get you head straight because by God your woman needs you right now.”

“I can’t stop thinking the worst. What is she going through right now? Fuck.” I stood up and started pacing around her small cosy living room. “This is all my fault. I should have taken her with me. We were minutes away from having our peace and my fucking stupidity ruined it.”

“There’s no time to play the grab the blame game you fucker. Now get over here and get a look at this.” I strode over to where Dylan sat with a laptop on his and typed away.

I sat down beside him and took a look at the screen with was filled with numbers. “What am I supposed to look at?” I growled out. Completely out of patience. I just needed my angel back in arms.

Dylan slowly turned his head towards me with a lifted eyebrows and I matched his expression. He was quite done with me but there was nothing he could do about it.

He turned back and look at the screen. There are three properties that are owned by a guy named Dan Scott. And if you check the guy out. He does not quite exist.”

Hearing that my head snapped up as I connected the dots. “So you’re saying that Dan might be Jackson?”

“No. I’m saying that Dan is Jackson.” He started typing again. “It turned out Marco and Jackson are closer than I thought. School friends and what not.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.”

“Do we have the exact location of these properties?”

“We will in a few minutes.” Dylans phone rang and he was swift with picking it up. “Yeah?” He heard what the other person said and let out a curse. My heart tightened at what was about to be said.

As Dylan ended the call, he turned towards me. “Do you know a guy named Tom? Someone who knew Maya?”

I instantly went on alert. “Yeah, an ex-boyfriend. Why?”

“Turns out. He’s Jacksons only son, Thomas Pierce. And he was seen entering this building minutes before you left.”

Pure rage filled me and I knew right then. I was killing every single of these fuckers with my bare hands.