What did I get myself into now? I stared off into the small, darkened room, like I had been doing for the pas few weeks. The only person I saw or talked to was an older woman. She brought me food and water. She was nice enough to tell me the date so that I could keep count of how long I've been trapped here.
That's the only thing that I do in this place; think about him and how I fucked everything up. Why am I so hard-headed? I should have known better then to walk out of the house without someone else. I bet he's going nuts by now. I just wish I could find out what's going on or what he's up to now.
I was laying down, looking through the small window. I could hear people talking behind the door. I got up and pressed my ear against the door and heard men speaking.
"Does anybody know the plans for this bitch?"
"No. I don't even know what he's going to do with her."
"You don't think he's just going to keep the baby then kill her afterwards, do you?"
I put my hand on my baby bump. God, this is like one of those crazy kidnappings where the kidnappers want the baby! But how the hell did they know I was pregnant? I wasn't even showing at the time! How was Riley a part of all this?
"Nah, I think it's to mess with Emmett's head. I mean, it seemed to be working. Have you seen Emmett around?" There was no talking for a slight second. "See, it's been his brother and his friend doing all the work..."
The talking seemed to become more distant and I could tell that they were walking away. God damn it! I need to get out of here. If I knew Emmett, I know that he's not hiding and crying like those two idiots think he is. The Emmett I know is planning something - and that's never a good thing.
I sat by the door and heard soft footsteps approach. I knew it was the old woman. So, I moved to my bed and just sat down quietly. The door unlocked and it opened, she had what looked like a soup and sandwich on a tray.
She smiled at me. "How are you doing today, dear?"
"Like everyday: confused and worried." Maybe if I make her feel bad, she might confess something.
She put my food down on the bedside table and sat on the bed with me.
"Don't worry, dear. Everything will be over soon." She pat my head and walked out of the room. Wow, I really do feel like a fucking dog.
Sometimes I just lay here and think that there is no possible way that I'll ever escape. But I'm not going to give up hope ever because I can't. I need to think of my baby and Emmett - they're my drive. I need Emmett's smile; the smile I fell in love with.
If only I could see out the window and figure out where I was. There was a way, I mean, I could move my bed but unfortunately, it was nailed to the ground. Out of curiosity, I got down on my knees and tried pulling the nail out. There was no luck, I guess the nails are stuck for good.
I lay on the ground, looking at the damn window.
It might be my only escape to freedom.
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Another two weeks passed by slowly. My bump had grown, which is a good thing. It meant that my baby is still fighting. If my unborn child can fight, so can I. I'm really starting to think that this kid is going to take after Emmett in size.
Fortunately, I managed to get some of the nails out, but the other ones are still loose. Maybe I will get out of here soon.
As I worked the nails, I stopped to look at my hands. They were all bruised, cut and bleeding. I tried my best to push the pain to the farthest part of my mind. I need to do this for me, my baby and Emmett. I have to. I'm not going to give up. I fought until it hurt to get what I wanted it my life, and staying in this prison like room is not going to be the thing that kills me!
I sat up on my bed, waiting for the old woman to come with food. I could pretty much tell that when the sun was leaking through the window, that it was time for food. Immediately, I put my hands on my baby bump.
"Hey there, my little bug. How are you doing in there?" I kept rubbing my tummy, smiling. "Don't worry, mommy will get us out of this."
"That's what you think." My head shot to the door, where a man stood.
"W-who...who are you?" I stammered.
"Names don't matter. I was told to take you to the master.
"Master?"
He didn't say anything else after that. He came over to me and pulled me by my arm, roughly. We walked down a narrow, dark hallways and walked up a set of stairs. Apparently I was in the basement of the house or something. Maybe it was the cellar. I guess looking out that window and hoping for an escape did nothing for me at all. All it did was fuck up my hands and destroy my hope.
After what seemed like we walked a marathon, we arrived at an office-like place. I looked around. There was a lot of books but no pictures. Who might be behind all this?
The man made me sit in a chair and then he left the room. I sat there for a long time, trying not to move. After a few minutes, the door opened. I tried not to look. All I heard was footsteps up until the man that walked into the room was in eyesight. He was way taller than me, with dark hair and creepy eyes.
"I bet you have a lot to ask, huh?" I could barely understand him, through his thick accent. He probably wasn't from here, or if he was, he hadn't been here for long. "Let's start with my name, I'm Stefan." I kept quiet as he went on. "Now to the big question, yes? Why did I take you?" He smirked. "I want what your boyfriend has: the city. For years, I have waited for an opening - something - to get him. Then one day...poof!" He gestured to me. "You came along." He smiled, and my eyes widened. "It's funny how a man like Emmett let a little pretty girl into his life, and also gave me a huge advantage."
I couldn't take it anymore, I had to say something.
"Do you really think kidnapping me would help you?"
He let out a guffaw. "My sweet dear. Just by keeping you for a little over a month does a lot for me. My helpers are telling me that with you gone, Emmett is losing it. My plan is going the way that I planned it to. First, I'm going to break him, then it will be more than easy to take over."
I hung my head, shielding my face with my hair. I disappeared, now he's losing it. I tried not to cry.
"My dear, don't cry. I didn't tell you my plan for you yet." He excused.
I looked up at him, tears on the brim of my waterline. "What, are you going to kill me?"
He shook his head, a sly smile on his face. "No, dear, you're a huge part of this. Right now, Emmett thinks that you ran away because you couldn't handle the life he has. The rest of your family and friends thought you ran off with one of Emmett's friends."
"No one will believe that!" I shouted, nearly flying out of my seat.
He snorted. "Most don't, but some do. Yet, no one knows what to believe. By the way, thank you for making your kidnapping as simple as possible."
I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. This was all too overwhelming. Half my family and friends think I'm a skank, and the other half are mourning my disappearance. Now, this creepy stranger needs me to be a part of his manipulative little plan to take over the city and ruin Emmett's reputation. I started to cry, this is all my fault.
"Aw," He cooed. "my dear." He ran over to me and wiped my tear stricken face. "I'll take good care of you and your baby. I mean, I will need a good woman by my side and a kid to help me out."
I glared into his cold, dark, sick eyes. "Over my dead body."
He smiled and walked to his desk. He came back with a picture of Seth working on his car, pictures of my dad and Sue, then some pictures of Kim and Jared, smiling as they came walking out of a baby shop.
"You will, or I kill all of them." He threatened.
My mouth went dry as I stared at the pictures.
"Why do you want me?"
"Because it will kill Emmett to know that you are mine now. Don't worry, I'll let you think about it for a while." He rubbed his hands together as the same man who took me from the basement, came back. He took me by the arm and brought me to a different room - a bigger one. He literally pushed me in then he left.
This room was made for a queen or something. I went to the bed automatically and started crying. How could I let this happen to me? I didn't mean for this to happen! When I fell in love with Emmett, I didn't know any of this would have happened. And now because of me, everyone I love might die.
All because I fell in love.
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