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 naturallight 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, Iturn 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.
