Chapter Forty-Three
Maya
It didn’t work.
My plan didn’t work. I tried so fucking hard to keep my hand outside of the car, my fingers are still stinging from the bite of cold air. Even though its still warm in England right now, the speed he was driving made it feel a lot colder.
The car stopped a couple of minutes ago, yet no one has come for me.
I can’t see too much through the gap I created but it’s darker now in here.
Not as dark as it was before I popped the light out but not as bright as natural daylight.
I’m definitely inside some kind of building, a parking garage maybe?
I made a plan whilst I lay here with my hand flapping around in the wind.
Well, not so much a plan but I knew what my first move would be when the door was opened.
I’m going to do what Sandra Bullock did in Miss Congeniality, the S.I.N.G manoeuvre.
I don’t know how much energy I have left in me but either way I’ll be kicking the fucker in the balls.
I feel when they finally decide to get out of the car, the space I’m in rocks as they open and then slam the door shut. Trepidation crawls up my arms and burrows down, deep into my stomach.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My earlier bravery leaves my body as I hear the footsteps of the abductor getting louder with each passing step.
“Oh my gorgeous Maya,” he tuts. “What did you do?” he says plainly, no hint of emotion in his voice. “You just can’t control yourself can you? If only you did as you were told, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” His voice is slightly muffled from being on the other side of the door to me.
Jake. It’s one hundred percent him.
I swallow down the rising bile in my throat at the thought of what he could do to me. I still don’t know what he actually wants. Does he love me? Hate me? Want to punish me? I honestly have no clue.
“Jake?” I rasp out, shocked at how weak my voice sounds. I’m unsure if its from the screaming or the drugs he gave me, who knows.
“Were you expecting me my gorgeous girl?” He asks cheerily. “It has taken me a long time to get to you, but don’t worry, I won’t be kept away from you again.”
Is he well? Because he sounds fucking delusional.
“Please Jake, let me go home,” I plead. Hopefully he will realise I don’t want to be here, and it’s all in his head.
“But Maya, you are home,” He says before abruptly yanking open the boot door and scaring the absolute shit out of me from the shock of it. I don’t get chance to catch my breathe before I’m yanked out of the car. He grabs my arms and twists them harshly behind my back.
“How did you know where I was?” I ask, needing to distinguish how he’s always known where I would be.
“I paid your mum a little visit. She was happy to help me find you, all I had to do was offer her a couple of grand and she promised to give you a call,” he smirks. “You were the one to tell me all about her, how she would only ever come to you when she had ran out of money.”
I feel like my heart has fallen out of my chest and is rolling on the floor. Utter devastation taking over my soul. I always knew she was a shit mum, but this? This is a whole new level, she really didn’t give a shit about me.
He is loving being able to talk about himself, as per usual so I take my chance while he strokes his ego. I kick and fight against him but it’s no use. My movements are lethargic, like I’m moving through water. What the hell is wrong with me?
“What did you do to me?” I pant.
“Ah, well you see, I didn’t know how else to get you here so I gave you a little something to relax your limbs, now, if you’re quite finished, I would like to go inside,” He says, pulling me along with him to a door. “This is our new home, You’re going to love it!”
Yep, I was right, he has well and truly lost the plot. He needs bloody sectioning. How can he think that any of this is okay?
He shoulder checks the door, forcing it open, before dragging me inside. It takes me less than a second to scan the room we’re in and in that time, I freeze.
What. The. Ever loving. Fuck.
The room looks like a large container, maybe in a warehouse? The walls are plain and white, with a ceiling that looks as though it’s made of tin but that isn’t what makes me freeze. My whole body is locked as chills scatter up my legs and down my arms.
“Is this..,” I start, lost for words at what I’m seeing.
“I wanted you to be comfortable here as you won’t be leaving for a very long time, If ever,” He laughs to himself at his own joke.
“Is this all from my place?” I ask, staring around in horror at the room that is filled with all my furniture from the cabin.
My over sized couch, dining table, picture frames, even my TV, all scattered around the room.
He has done it in such a way that the layout is the same, except it isn’t.
There are no large windows, or any windows at all.
No natural light or sounds of running water.
Not the safe space I once called my escape.
“How did you get into my house?” I gasp, sick to the stomach at the thought of him in my home.
“Through the front door, silly!” He rolls his eyes.
“I made sure I had a key cut when we were together. I thought we would be married soon anyway, I may as well come and go as I please. Now though, because you had to be naughty, we have to live here for a while. You should be comfortable though with all your things here,” He smiles.
An actual genuine smile, like he hasn’t turned my life upside down for more than a year.
His grip on my arms tightens again as he takes me over to a seat in the middle of the room, a dining chair from my own house to be exact.
He forcefully yanks me down onto the chair and begins tying my arms around the back of it.
No! I can’t be tied up here, who knows what else he could do to me.
Fight or flight kicks in again, this time my energy comes back more than before.
I thrash about in the chair, my head growing dizzy at the movement but I don’t stop, not until I’ve fought so much that the chair falls back.
The impact steals the air from my lungs and its a moment before I can breathe again, my ragged gasps sending pain shooting through my back.
I hear a moan from behind me. Hesitantly, I turn to see Jake on his back, gripping onto his head and groaning in pain with his eyes tightly closed. Shit, he doesn’t have a hold of me, now is my chance to run.
I need to get out of here. Staggering to my feet, I trudge along back the way we came to the only door I can see. I’m almost there, just a few more steps and I can find my way to freedom.
“Maya!” He yells in anger from his spot on the floor.
I make the mistake of turning around, he’s starting to come out of his daze and begins to get up off the floor. I stumble, too afraid that he’s going to close in on me to watch my footing. No, no, no this cant be happening. I’m so close!
I stumble forward, my hand landing on the door handle. If I can just make it through the door hopefully I can lock it on the other side. I don’t even manage to push the handle down before he’s behind me, he makes one loud grunt, before my head is bashed against the door.