Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 107074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“I’m getting a shower now,” I called out as tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Okay, babe, I’ll be gone by the time you’re out.” He shouted back.
I covered my nose and mouth with my hand to lessen the noise of my sniffles. I turned on the shower and after a moment, I stripped bare and stepped under the hot stream. I pressed my back against the cool tiles, and slowly slid down the wall until I was crumbled mess on the shower floor.
This is what I had become. This was what Ryder had unknowingly done to me.
He broke my heart.
He broke me.
Present day…
You know the feeling of when you just wake up, before your eyes open, and you’re aware of everything happening around you whilst still being in a barely conscious state? That was what I was currently experiencing.
For a few moments, I didn’t try to move or open my eyes. I couldn’t think rationally yet, but there was a distinct pain in my chest and a churn in my gut that told me something wasn’t right. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite explain.
When my limbs involuntarily twitched, a sharp physical pain rocked through me, and out of nowhere, my head began to pound as if someone was using it as a drum. I made a small whining sound that drew entirely too much energy from me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and was surprised to find everything was still pitch black. I blinked my lids a couple of times, but nothing changed. For a second, I thought it was the middle of the night, but when I lifted my head from where my chin was resting on my chest and felt the strain of fabric covering my eyes, I knew it wasn’t. I figured it was my bed cover over my face even though, logically, I knew I would feel the cover on every part of my face if that were the case instead of just on my eyes.
I knew then that something was definitely wrong, but I didn’t know what it was as my memory didn’t have any recollection of anything for me to be scared of. My worries were pushed to the side when a fierce pain in my neck suddenly took focus. I slowly rolled my head onto my shoulders and winced when it cracked. I didn’t like how restricted and tight my muscles felt. My head was very heavy, like a weight that I didn’t have the strength to hold up.
I rolled my neck around in a circle to soothe the pain and it was then that I noticed I could do it easily without a pillow stopping me. Almost instantly I knew that I wasn’t lying down on my bed. In fact, I wasn’t lying down at all. I was in an upright sitting position on a hard chair if the ache in my legs and behind were anything to go by.
There was an unholy creak in my neck from when my head hung downwards in my sleep. I didn’t understand it. Never in my life had I fallen asleep sitting upright, and I didn’t have any reminiscence of sitting on a chair and dozing off in the first place.
What the hell did I do last night?
I was momentarily annoyed with myself for falling asleep the way I did, but when I tried to arch my back and lift my arms into a stretch, I found that I couldn’t. Panic set in. I tried to move my arms once more and was shocked to find that they weren’t at my sides, instead they were behind my back, and something was wrapped tightly around my wrists, binding them together.
I struggled against the bond that held my hands in place, and this caused me to move my legs too. I whimpered when I couldn’t move them either. I felt the pressure of something around each ankle as I tried to tug them free. Whatever it was, it was hard, and secured my limbs to the legs of the chair I was sitting upon.
What is happening? Where am I?
I didn’t have answers to the questions that surged through my mind, and the not knowing was terrifying me. It didn’t stop me from trying to get loose, though. I searched my mind for answers, just as I searched for a way to wriggle free from the bindings that took away my free will.
“You’re going to chafe your skin if you keep struggling like that.”
I yelped with fright and swung my head from side to side in a desperate attempt to remove the cover from my eyes, but it was no use. Whatever the material was, it was tied securely around my head and completely obscured my vision.
My already pounding heart kicked into overdrive, and the fear that flowed through me was so strong I felt like I was going to vomit. I struggled to breathe steadily, and to remain calm, but it was immensely difficult not to let my fear take over.
Any plan formed to keep myself tranquil went straight out the window when I closed my eyes and thought hard about how I came to be tied to a chair, with a stranger who obviously had me held captive. For a few seconds, my mind was blank, then like the snap of my fingers, images came rushing back one by one.
Ryder was cheating on me.
His brothers’ knew what he was up to and never told me.
A man attacked me in my kitchen and somehow knocked me out.
The strange man who was still in my presence while I was blindfolded, tied to a chair and completely at his mercy… remaining calm was no longer on my fucking agenda.
“Who’s there?” I asked, my breathing laboured.
This has to be a nightmare.
“A friend of the family,” the man replied on a guffaw.
His accent was semi-similar to Ryder’s and his brothers’, and that scared me greatly. The only Americans I knew were either bright light, or pure evil. There was no in-between.
I felt like I was going to wet myself as I asked, “What do you want?”