Discover Soulmate: Taisla's Wrath (On Hold)

Let Me Go

Third Person

Frankie rolled her neck, stretching the tight muscles from the uncomfortable positions she was in. Slowly her eyes fluttered open, however, she couldn't make the connections to what room she was in. Blackness surrounded her, a dangerous aura caused shivers to slither down her back.

She jerked upward, panicked, but her wrist and legs refused to move. Something cold and sharp dug into her skin. She looked down seeing her wrists cuffed down to the metal chair and no matter how hard she pulled they wouldn't budge.

The walls were made out of concrete stone, allowing the dampness to sink. If Frankie was able to escape the handcuffs, the only way out was through the black door in front of her. A little light flickered in the hallway, failing to enter the room from the small bar window in the middle of the door.

Frankie continued thrusting upward, causing whimpers to escape from her dried lips. How did she end up here? The last thing she recalled was sneaking out of Marco's house after sleeping with him. Another thing to regret, the sex wasn't even good or worth whatever is heading towards her. She was walking down his block with her heels in one hand and her jacket in the other.

Then suddenly everything went black.

She must have been taken on her walk home since she was still dressed in her crimson dress draping off her shoulders.

"Hello," Frankie yelled into oblivion, rattling the shackles.

"Marco? Hello? Anyone?"

Frankie's voice was the only thing echoing through the room until she heard a door banged shut. She breathed heavily, hearing the footsteps slowly becoming louder as they descended. She chewed her lip, drawing blood in fear from it.

"Who's that?" Frankie bravely asked, her lips trembling.

She continued fighting against the shackles, trying to catch a glimpse of the person who has taken her hostage. Moments like these made Frankie regret her decisions about ignoring her family inheritance. Ever since the ritual, Frankie neglected her powers thinking if she pretended they didn't exist that they would disappear.

However, there would be days when her powers would overwhelm her and caused random things to occur like lights to explode or windows randomly shutting. Frankie craved to be normal again. Why did Taisla have to wake her dormant powers?

The steps were inches away from the door and she saw the person's shadow creep beside the door. Unexpectedly, the door slowly opened, revealing the worst person to enter her life. Her eyes expanded causing her mouth to droop open in complete utter shock.

Instead of his usual combed hairstyle, his mane had bald spots displaying his stress. His cheeks were no longer full but hollow matching his dark bags underneath his eyes. He traded in his designer suits for ragged sweatsuits and rundown sneakers. One thing was the same; the darkness in his eyes glimmered.

"Hi, Frankie."

"Daddy?"

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Robert parked his silver truck alongside the road leading up to the white fences. The grass grew in tussocks and flattened in waves with each gust of wind. Both Robert and Drew hopped off from the car and started walking towards the house. A chiming sound erupted from Drew's pocket.

"Is it Imogen?" Robert asked, pressing the lock button on his key.

Drew sighed, quickly reading the message over but didn't respond. "Yeah, she said we have to talk," Drew said.

Robert rushed his rough fingers through his ruffed undone hair and commented, "I don't why you just won't come clean and tell her where we are."

"Because we aren't even sure if it's him. I don't want to get her hopes up," Drew said.