Wow. So I got some major good feed-back for the last chapter. I now have about 12 followers and 250 views so thanks sooooo much! Alrighty I'll shut my pie hole now and let you get on with Bella's story. (sorry if the last chapter wasn't really your thing but the fact that Bella is primarily lesbian comes back during the whole story. It goes to state of mind while in captivity. But I promise this is a BellaxEdward story! You just have to give it a hot minute!) Enjoy!
Chapter Two:
When I woke up the side of my head hurt like no other. There was a throbbing right behind my eyes. I tried to roll over but my hands were tied. I began to panic as I remembered what had happened.
Why did she do this? Was it because of the video? It had to be. Jessica could be a bitch sometimes but selling me to her cousin was not something I could see her doing. No matter how much he paid her. It just wasn't possible.
I looked up into straight darkness. I glanced side to side but there was only a sliver of light coming from close to the floor off to my left. I tried to call out but my mouth was taped shut and my ankles tied together. I tried to steady my breath. I would not freak out. I would stay calm. Relaxed…
Relaxed…
BANG! A door flew open and a dark shadowy figure towered over me.
"Get up." He said, roughly yanking me up by my arms and ripping the tape off my mouth. "Scream and I will kill you now." It took me a moment to identify his voice but I was almost sure it was Laurent. His face caught the light and I had my confirmation.
"What are you- why are you doing this?" I cried.
He shook me, "Shut up little girl!"
A gross thought occurred to me as he drug be through a metal door. (It looked like we were in a loading room under the hotel. Like where trucks drive into to drop stuff off.) If Jessica and Laurent were really cousins- and if I was remembering correctly- they were having some kind of freaky incest relationship! My stomach rolled at the thought; not only of the two of them being together but the two of them being related and together.
"She's your cousin." I choked as he threw me into the back seat of a black 69 Buick.
"You are more stupid than Jessica said." He laughed. He started the car threw it into drive pulling out of the parking lot and into the street.
"So you aren't related?" I was beginning to sober up. My fight or flight response was kicking in and I was calculating which option would be best.
"No! I would never fuck a family member. Not that I have any but that just makes my work easier."
I didn't say anything for a few minutes. "What is your work? Is that where we are going now?"
"Yes and no." we turned sharply and I fell head first into the door.
"Ow!"
"My work isn't so much of a place as it is an action. And as for where we are going," he glanced at me in the rearview mirror, "you will see." He sneered.
I was silent for a few hours. I knew if I tried to sit up I would hurt myself and it would anger Laurent. I lay still trying to brace myself for every turn we made. I could tell at one point we had gotten on a highway because of that weird continual turn. We didn't seem to exit for a while. I was getting incredibly sleepy as light shone through the windows.
"Are we close?" I yawned.
"Nowhere near." He glanced over his shoulder at me then looked stonily at the road again. "We will stop soon… Do you like donuts?"
I nodded. "Yes. Very much so."
He nodded as well and said nothing more. I fell asleep for a few hours and when I woke my arms were asleep and my hip hurt from where I was pressed into the seat belt clip thing. My heart raced when I realized that none of it had been a dream.
I refused to cry. Where ever we were going I needed to find a way to escape. At any point my opportunity would arise and if my eyes were clouded with foolish tears I could miss it. I swallowed a lump in my dry throat that made me thing I had been snoring. The driver side door was yanked open and slammed shut again. He had left and I had been asleep. I was worried about crying getting in the way when my unconsciousness was my down fall already. He looked at me and blinked a few times. He nodded then pulled a bag of the chocolate frosted mini donuts out of his plastic sack.
"You like chocolate, no?"
I nodded but just stared at him.
"Then eat them."
"I can't."
"And why not?"
"My hands are tied."
He squinted his eyes at me and started the car. I guess I wasn't going to get to eat after all. I was hoping that he would untie me just long enough for me to unlock the door and fall out or to find something to bash him over the head with- if only to return the favor for doing the same to me.
I heard the flashers come on and he pulled to the side of the road. Had my luck really changed? Was the car breaking down?
He got out of the car and unlocked my door. He slid in beside me and opened the donut bag. He took one out and bit half of it off. Laurent chewed it slowly, making sure to look me in the eye.
"Bite my fingers and you will regret it." He gave me the other half of the donut. I took it gently and chewed it. It reminded me of all the times my mother would come home early in the morning from a late shift at the hospital with gas station donuts and orange juice. I felt a pang in my heart that had not occurred in a long time. I swallowed quickly and looked at him.
"Thank you."
He made a sound of acknowledgement and we continued like this for a while. I had slowly come to the realization that Laurent was a man of few words. And somehow I was okay with this. The less he talked to me the less likely I was to develop Stockholm syndrome. I wasn't entirely sure how long stuff like that took to work but I wasn't willing to take a chance.
It seemed only 20 minutes before the bag was empty. He tilted a water bottle to my lips and I drank hungrily. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until just then. I downed the whole water bottle and he crumpled it and the donut bag up together and threw it into the front seat. He shoved the lock back down on my door and got out. He closed the car door quickly and got back into his seat. We got back onto the road and despite how I had just slept my head still hurt and I was sleepy again. But car rides had always done that to me. My mom used to drive me around as a child to calm me down. And to calm herself down.
My dad once told me that the two of them used to fight about almost everything. He came home from work one day and the kitchen was suddenly a sickly yellow color. Or my mom would go to the store and buy a new TV with money they didn't have. I loved my mother but even I remember how impulsive she used to be. And while I never saw or heard them fight, I'm sure they weren't happy together. My father is about as anal retentive as it gets about things. He doesn't like change. And it's not like he's a neat freak- I could never see Charlie cleaning anything. I just didn't imagine that happening. But he liked things a certain way and if that changed he would be very angry for a while even after it was returned to normal.
Before I even knew it I had fallen asleep again. When I woke up it was dark out and Laurent was carrying me into a hotel room. He threw me down on the bed and I sat up.
"Do not move." He rumbled, pulling out an expensive looking cell phone. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. I hadn't realized this before but his right ear was pierced and he wore several metal bands on his fingers. But none showing he was married. I suppose he might have been telling the truth when he said he didn't have a family.
"Hello? James?" he said after a while, "Oh Victoria, it's you." He sighed. "May I speak with your husband?... James? We aren't far maybe another 8 hours. We have stopped at a motel off the freeway… as low profile as possible. My accent sticks out more than in other parts of the country. I suppose no one this far west has heard a French man speak in person before… she is unharmed yes… so far only chocolate donuts and water… a gas station… yes two or three times… no my kit is still in the trunk and my thermometer has been off… only 3 or 4 degrees… just duct-tape… surprisingly no… my source told me she was quiet which I too have noticed. And apparently she is lesbian. My source showed me a video the girl had recorded of her fucking my source in her sleep. It's quite a show. I have the girl's phone and I paid to have the locks taken off of it. The pictures on it are quite-," he hissed in appreciation, "tantalizing."
I couldn't even hear the low tone of the man's voice on the other end but I was able to connect some of what Laurent was saying with what had happened. Jessica had found the video and paid Laurent to kidnap me.
… But I hadn't recorded that video until after she introduced him as her cousin… had she planned on selling me to him? She told him I was quiet and that seemed to please him. I was just some merchandise to be sold and bought. I was more surprised than angry with her. I knew she could kind of be a heartless bitch but I figured deep down she had some sympathy for things other than herself.
Alright, I know it's not everything you expected it to be and I'm really sorry. I was gonna add sooooooo much more and it just didn't happen. I've had so many people follow this story and follow me as a writer which I really, really appreciate! But I'm not getting many reviews so I'm not entirely sure what the exact thoughts are. Literally I have 2 reviews and one said "What hell" like no punctuation nothing... I'm confused… good? Bad?
