HOPE

Chapter Three

Hope's POV

I slowly fluttered my eyes open and groaned. I sat upright and rubbed my eyes before refocusing my vision. I look around the small cabin and didn't see Landon.

Maybe he went out hunting.

After we came to his cabin, we talked for a bit. He told him about his life after my sudden disappearance from his life and how he looked for me, waiting for me to come back to him. I felt guilty he spent the last five years searching for me while I sat up in the mansion not doing anything.

Not even going out to look for him to but I can't.

Richard wouldn't allow that.

The thought of his name leaves a sour taste in my mouth, and I felt disgusted. Vivid memories of him- no. I don't want to remember that. Him.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and got of the bed. The cabin is a spacious room with a smaller room which is the bathroom.

Then a low audible grumble filled the room. Damn, I'm hungry. I wonder what Landon got in his fridge.

I went into the kitchen area towards the refrigerator but stopped seeing something else caught my eye. There lie some really delicious looking food and a rose right next to it with a note.

I walk over to it and pick up the rose to smell it. It smells fresh. 

A set the rose down and picked up the note to read what it says:

Hey beautiful, I've gone out hunting and won't be back in an hour or so. Also, I've made you something to eat when you wake up. I hope you enjoy it.

-L

I smiled.

I'm lucky to have someone like Landon. Someone who actually cares about me.

I put the note down and grabbed the plate of food off the table, and put it in the microwave to heat it up. Then sat down at the table and started eating the food.

After I finished, I brought the plate to the sink and washed it before placing it in the cabinet.

I went onto the couch and pulled out my phone to go on YouTube.

But instead of that, I see tons of messages and missed calls from my stepdad.

Demon: Hope, I had a call that you weren't in school. You better not skip.

Demon: Hope, you better fucking answer me! I'm not playing this game with you!

Demon: HOPE QUINTON THORNE, DO AS I SAY AND PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE! I SWEAR YOU'LL BE PUNISH WHEN YOU GET HOME!

And 10+ more messages and phone calls.

Disgust is all I feel at this moment. I felt disgusted by him. His being. Everything he stands for.

He's such a old, obsessive, and a dirty bastard.

I tried getting help but it's hard when no one believe you and the power he have of being one of the most successful lawyers in the country.

I felt hopeless and scared of what he'll do to me. I don't know what to do or where to go or who to tell. He's very manipulative and he'll find me no matter what, even if I move across seas. He'll always find me.

Unknowingly, my hand shakes uncontrollably. My breathing grew hollow, and I felt an uncomfortable feeling shivering up my spine.

I lean against the table and try to calm myself by breathing out. Then I went to the cubby and grabbed a glass cup. I turned on the faucet and place the cup under the running water and drunk it down.