Chapter 1
The sun slowly sets, lighting the sky with a mix of orange and yellow before the blackness swallows the color.
Today is the day that I stop. I stop killing, stop stealing, I think to myself as I tie my blonde hair up in a messy bun. I smiled simply at myself in the mirror. I want the old me back. The me who wouldn’t hurt a fly. The me who loved everyone and cared too much. Ever since – I shook my head, breaking me from my thoughts. He will not be mentioned.
I slowly walked from the bathroom to my room, which was only lit up by my phone that was ringing off the hook. I hesitated before picking it up as horror washed over me. I changed my number… how? I threw my phone as hard as I could at the light yellow wall on the far side of my room as I fell onto my bed with a hard thud, letting my tears fall. The last thing I remembered was his face before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to my TV on and the sound of a chip bag rustling in the living room. I grabbed my knife, the knife that I had hidden under my pillow since the day I decided to walk away. Since the day I decided to be free.
I walked slowly out of my room into the living room, which was only lit by the light of the flat-screen TV hanging on the bright yellow wall. Whoever it was, he was sitting on the couch with his back turned towards me. I stopped dead in my tracks, afraid to move or even breathe.
I took out my phone, being as quiet as I could, but before I could type the three numbers that would save my life, he saw me. And before I could run back to my room and lock myself in, he caught me like a fly in a spider’s web.
Someone then came up behind me grabbing my hand that had the knife, pressing it to my chest as he put a cold, wet rag to my face. At first, I fought. I kicked and screamed, trying to break free, but after a while, I gave in, breathing in the chemicals that would give me the best sleep of my life.
I woke up with my arms and legs bound to a chair. The chair sat in a tiny, dim room that I figured was a basement. I closed my eyes, letting tears fall down my face. He found me. Years of running and hiding for what? Nothing. It was for nothing.
I started thinking of ways to escape, but none would work; he’s too smart. I need to make him trust me again. But how can I do that when the thought of him makes my skin crawl?
The door creaks open, and I immediately feel eyes on me, burning holes in the back of my head.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s back.”
His voice was sinister, harsh, and twisted. My eyes tearing up as the liquid slid down my pale cheeks, my realization kicking in that I was caught, that I was now trapped like a fly caught in a web. Although I would not be let out in another area to be free, no he would make sure that I would never know what freedom meant. The fear burned me up inside, swearing inside my mind that my blood began to boil. He didn’t even bother gagging me, but why? Did he not fear that I wouldn’t submit?
“ah ah ah darling, don’t bother fighting or screaming. Nobody will be able to hear you.” His harshness only showed more before he pressed the barrel of the cold metal to my temple. How did he know what I was thinking? How did he know where I was? Has he been chasing me all of this time?
I swallowed hard, my mouth remaining dry as I tried to think of an alternative, trying to come up with something that would fix this situation. To fix this problem. My thoughts were ripped from my mind as he pulled the gun from my temple and shot me in the foot. The instant feeling of blood rushing to the surface as my screams broke out, rippling into the air. I had to think of something, to say something, to get him to stop.
“That is from running away from me all those months. Did you think I wouldn’t catch you and punish you?” He paused, placing a hand under my chin to make me look at him. His rough fingers gripped my soft skin as my lower lip trembled. I gasped for air as I cried harder, the pain going throughout my body. “Somebody hasn’t been a good girl.”
It took everything in me not to spit in his face at the words, took everything in me not to put up a fight. I could headbutt him, stunning him for a moment, and hopefully, I would trample over the chair with the power, and maybe I could finally get away. No…..no, he was too smart. He won’t allow to be fooled this easily.
“I’m…im sorry Cerberus..I got scared.” This would be the first time I uttered his name since I escaped…which would have been a year today. The anniversary of the day I chose to be free and have a new life, a life he wouldn’t allow me to have.
“An apology is not going to cut it, darling. But I’m sure this knife beheading you will be enough. I can’t wait to cut you up into itty bitty pieces and show you the world darling.”
The blood ran down my pale skin, dripping off my chin and hitting the cement floor. As the stream of blood hit the floor, my mind would be taken elsewhere.
A/N: Hiiiii! I haven't written anything in so long, but I am happy to be starting again :) I hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts in the comments.
