Chapter 26
I scream and kick and punch and cry and anything I can think of. We have been driving for maybe forty minutes. I don't know. I think back to where it all went wrong. Who honked the horn? I'm sure it wasn't Dimitri. He would not have been anywhere near anything that would give me away. Well, accidents do happen. I'm sure whoever did it, is kicking himself right now. I just needed a few more minutes to talk with him and then I would have signaled for them to come. The car comes to an abrupt stop and the engine turns off. I prepare myself to fight him as soon as he opens up the trunk.
"Rose, I just need to talk to you. I'm sorry I did this to you but I panicked. I will not hurt you. I promise." He says. The trunk is still closed. I clench my hands into tight fists.
"Please, don't fight me. I just want to talk with you and then I will let you go." Like I would believe anything he says. But I need to reserve my strength. I need to asses my surroundings before I can pick a fight with him.
"Okay, I will listen." I say not meaning it. The trunk slowly opens up. I get out as soon as I can. We are in the middle of nowhere, in front of an old factory building. There is nothing for miles.
"Where are we?" I ask. Mason starts to walk towards the factory. He motions for me to follow him.
"I promise you; I won't hurt you." The honesty in Mason's eyes makes me follow him. I have always been to trusting. But he is letting me walk in so I know how to walk out. We go through the big doors and through two normal doors. The room he takes me in is a big open space with a small bed and a coffee pot, fridge and a microwave. There is not much more in the room. There are a few broken pieces of wood scattered all over the place. Mason drags two chairs over to us and sits down. I sit down on the open one. My chair is facing the door. Mason stands up after a little bit and starts to pace in front of me.
"I didn't kidnap you." He says. I raise both my eyebrows at him.
"Does it look like I'm here out of my own free will?" I ask him. He rolls his eyes at me and huffs.
"Not now. Back then. It wasn't me." I feel a frown make its way onto my face. If it wasn't him then who was it?
"I need coffee, do you want some?" Mason doesn't wait for my answer before he walks to the coffee maker. He brings me back a cup and I just set it down on the floor.
"Have you been staying here?" I ask. He nods as he gulps down the cup. I hold mine up for him and he takes it.
"Thanks. This is a factory that belongs to the Ivashkov family." Ivashkov family? Adrian's family. Why would he be in a factory that belongs to him?"
"Adrian is the person who kidnapped you Rose." I nearly fall out of my chair. Adrian is my kidnapper. No, that cannot be true. He is a detective that has been helping me catch the sick fuck who took me. There is no way he can be him. But does that mean that I'm more willing to believe that Mason, a guy I have known since I was a child, is the kidnapper over Adrian, a guy I haven't known that long.
"What?" I say, too dumbstruck to say anything else. Mason stands directly in front of me.
"Adrian is the kidnapper; he took you Ro…" A gun shot cuts off Mason's sentence. I look at him with wide eyes. He looks at me and then down to his body. I don't see any wounds on him or anything until I look back to his face and see blood dripping out of his mouth. He falls to the floor in slow motion. I see Adrian standing by the door with his gun raised. My blood runs cold through my body as I see the scary look in Adrian's eyes. I stand up and he points the gun towards me.
"Now, now little Flower. Be a good girl and sit down." A gasp leaves my lips as he calls me by the old nickname my kidnapper did. Mason really was innocent. I blamed an innocent man for kidnapping me again.
"Adrian, why?" I say in a whisper. He scratches the back of his head and rolls his neck to get any kinks out.
"Because I love you." He says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
"I don't understand." I say stupidly. I have never met him in my life before the kidnapping. It doesn't make sense.
"Oh; my girl. I will explain everything, but not here." Adrian hits the back of his gun on my head and I fall unconscious instantly.
Xxx
I open my eyes to see that I'm laying on a bed in another lavish bedroom. The events of earlier rushed back into my head, giving me a massive headache. Adrian is my kidnapper. I did not see that one coming. Maybe I should have. He was very possessive when we tried dating and he got angry really fast. The signs were there is just wasn't looking right. I stand up and walk around the room. This has to be his room. All his clothes are in the drawers and closet and there is a picture of him and his great aunt. There is a door right next to his closet. I open it. It is a room similar to the one I dreamt about. It's a shrine dedicated to me. I feel sick.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I turn around to see Adrian has come into the room without me noticing it. I want to kick myself for not paying attention.
"Adrian, what is going on?" I ask. He walks closer to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"I want you Rose, anyway I can get you." I frown at him. This doesn't make sense still.
"My cousin was in your college. Avery Lazar. She used to complain about this girl named Rose who everyone loved but she hated. I came to pick her up one day and she pointed you out." Adrian looks off into the distance as if he is dreaming with his eyes open.
"I fell madly and deeply in love with you. I followed you around a bit and I tried to muster up enough courage to actually talk to you." He walks to the shrine and points to a small picture in the middle of the collage. It was a football game I attended with my father. I think back to that day, but nothing stands out. It was an ordinary day.
"That was the day I first spoke to you. It was very brief. We bumped into each other as you came from the bathroom. I knew I had to have you. But you didn't spare me another glace as you walked off. I knew the only way to have you is to take you." He turns back to face me. He runs the back of his hand over my face. I try not to tremble in fear. He can't see that he is getting to me. Adrian is a psychopath.
"I saw my opportunity at the movies and I took it. I knew you were the one I wanted all along. Now we can be together and I don't have to hide my face. When your case fell into my lap at the station, I was so happy. I could cover my tracks as I went along." I pull my hand back and slap him across his face. I see him clenching his jaw a few times. This is my time. I push him backwards into the shrine and run for the door. It's not locked. I don't check behind me to see if he is coming. I just need to run. His house is like a big maze. There is doors and hallways that go on forever.
"I like it when you are feisty." Adrian says as he grabs me from behind. I yell and swear and hit him where I can but nothing helps. All the training with Dimitri just flew right out of my mind. He tosses me back onto the bed and straddles me as he handcuffs me to the bed. I pull on the restrains, hoping they will magically turn to plastic and break. No such luck. I'm trapped. Adrian gets off the bed and walks to the shrine. A couple of things fell to the floor when I pushed him into it.
"See what you did now. Rose, you just need to accept it. We are soul mates." He sounds frustrated.
"You need to let me go, why didn't you just flirt with me like a normal guy. You are attractive and I thought you were good. I would have fallen for you if I got to know you. You didn't need to kidnap me." I try to reason with him. There is no way I will forgive and forget now but he could have gone about this is a whole different way.
"No, this was the only way. I tried dating you but you chose that Russian over me. Why did you get into his car? He was supposed to die in that accident." I gasp as I realize what he is saying. I nearly forgot that my kidnapper was responsible for the accident.
"Yeah, I cut his brake cable during dinner." He says. He tried to eliminate Dimitri from my life.
"How does Mason fit into all of this? I know what I heard." I say. He sits down next to me on the bed and strokes my hair.
"That junkie was just a worker for me. He got addicted to meth after his father died and I payed him a lot of money and drugs to do the things he did. I wanted to let him be the fall guy but when he was about to tell you at the treehouse, I needed to do something. I didn't expect him to take you but I knew where he would go. It all worked out in the end." Mason was going through a tough time and none of us knew. He wasn't a bad person he just picked up a bad habit. If I had known I would have helped him. We all would have. He has been such a good friend to me in the past but his love for the high was bigger than his love for his friends.
"By now everyone will think you are dead. I blew up the factory and left a note on the car Mason was using. It explains how he is obsessed with you and if he can't have you then no one will. They will find two bodies burned to a crisp." I feel sick to my stomach. He really thought this through. Now no one will be looking for me. They will think I am dead and mourn me and then move on. The only hope I have is to escape again.
"Why did you become friends with my family?" I ask him.
"Simple, to keep up appearances. But enough about me. I want to talk about us. We are going to make a baby." I start to pull hard on the restrains. He can't be serious. This is not happening. Adrian starts to tear off my clothes and sits on to of me. If somehow feels worse knowing who my kidnapper is. Knowing it is Adrian that is going to rape me and beat me and torture me, it just feels more wrong.
"Adrian please no. I don't want this. If you really love me then you will only want the best for me." I try to go with that reasoning. I need to break through to him. I don't want to go through all that again. Once was bad enough. Being raped by a person I considered a close friend will break me.
"No, no, no. it's because I love you that I know what is best for you, even when you can't see it." He unzips his pants and pulls it down along with his boxers. I see the rose tattoo on his hip. I can't believe this is happening again. He penetrates me without any warning, making me scream. Now that I know how gentle and amazing sex can be, this just seems too harsh. His phone starts to ring. He pulls it out of his pants pocket and holds his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming.
"Hey Syd. How are you?" He is talking to Sydney. How can he be so cruel? He starts to pull out of me and the push forward hard. He repeats it multiple times while he is talking.
"I'm just jogging. I'll pick you up tonight. See you then." He tosses the phone on the bedside table and takes his hand away from my mouth still pushing in to me.
"Adrian, please." I beg, I feel the tears streaming down my face. I close my eyes and try to detach myself from my body as he starts to bite and suck on my skin. I should have just died in the car accident.
Xxx
I have been here three days. And it has been three terrible days. I haven't stood up from the bed since he handcuffed me. I feel dirty and useless. I see the door open and Adrian struts in with a happy smile on his face. I use to think his smile was so handsome. Now I know that smile is on the devil's face.
"Time for a nice bubble bath." He takes off my handcuffs and makes me sit up. Everything hurts. There is not a spot on my body that doesn't ache. Just as he lifts me up from the bed, his doorbell rings. He looks panicked for a second before he puts me back down on the bed and puts tape on my mouth. I just fall back onto the bed and pretend to be too out of it to actually do anything. Adrian give me one last glance before he leaves the room. I push through the body pain I have and run to the door. I pull it open and slowly start to walk through the hall. The space between my legs hurt the most and each step is like a hot poker being pressed against my core. I hear voices at the end of the hall. They sound familiar.
"The funeral… wanted you… so young." I make out bits of what the person is saying. It sounds like Christian. I try to open the door at the end of the hallway but it is locked. I can hear more clearly now.
"Of course, I just can't believe we let her down." Adrian says, he sounds so sad. He is one fucking good actor.
"Dimitri still blames you for pressing on the horn." Christian says. I peel off the duct-tape from my mouth.
"Christian!" I yell over and over again and I start to slam on the door.
"I feel so bad for him, he hasn't left his apartment since they found her body." Lissa says. I try calling her name but it is as if they don't hear me. I use all the body strength I have a ram into the door multiple times.
"He is drowning his sorrows in a bottle of vodka. I'm surprised he hasn't keeled over yet." Christian says. Dimitri is drowning his feelings in alcohol. He hardly drank except for a class of wine or two at dinner.
"It was an accident, if I had known what would happen, I would go back in a heartbeat and fix it." Adrian's sad act is so spot on. If I didn't know any better, I would have fallen for it to.
"You bastard!" I yell as I ram into the door again and it finally gives in.
"No!" I scream as I see all the monitors in front of me. This is his security room. They are standing in his kitchen somewhere in the house. I run out of the room and start to open up door. Some of them are locked and others only lead into bedrooms. I find a staircase and go down. I need to get out. I open another door to see a bedroom too. I run to the big window by the bed. I can see Lissa and Christian climb into his car.
"Lissa! Please! Help me." I cry as I bang against the window. I try looking for a leaver that will open it but find nothing.
"Fuck!" I yell as I see them drive away. My only hope and now it is gone. I hear a door open in the hallway and close. Adrian is coming. I hide behind the bedroom door I'm in until he walks past. I peek out to see him going up the stairs. I need to be fast and quiet. I slip out the door and down the opposite side of the hallway. I go through the door he came in and see a big living room. I'm getting closer to getting out. I close the door and put a chair in front of it right under the handle. I have seen it in a dozen movies, I just hope it works in real life to. I grab a throw blanket that is laying over the couch to cover myself with. I walk forward and come into the kitchen. I slip through the back door.
I'm free.
Relieve overflows me as I start to run to the front of the house. I need to just get onto a road.
"Rose!" I see Adrian run out of the front door. I'm almost at his gate. Oh, please let me make it. Adrian is coming at me fast. I let go of the blanket to run even faster. I'm almost there. I hear a gunshot and I stop dead in my tracks. I don't feel any pain other than before. I turn to look at him. He is about ten feet behind me with the gun pointed to the shy.
"Next shot is going right through you. Don't make me do it Rose." I take a small step back. I'm not going back to that house. I won't.
"You will have to shoot me. I'm not going back Adrian. You need help." He aims the gun right at my head. Would he really do it? He claims to be in love with me. Could he really kill the person he loves? Well, he did say if he can't have me, no one will.
"Don't force my hand Rose." He warns as I take another step back. There is really no where I can go. I can't outrun a bullet and there is no forest for me to hide in. I'm screwed.
"Do it. That is the only way I will go anywhere with you." I challenge him. If I'm going to die, it will not go easily.
"You don't mean that Rosebud. You love me to, I know it. You just need more time to realize it. I can make you happy." I laugh at him but it holds no humor. He is deranged.
"The only way you will make me happy is if you let me go. I don't love you Adrian. I never did. I love Dimitri." Adrian lets out an animalistic scream and shoot a shot right in front of my feet. I jump back.
"That Russian has nothing on me. Get in that fucking house right now Rosemarie." I square my shoulders and glare at him.
"Or what?" I ask. Adrian holsters his gun and charges at me in the blink of an eye. I'm to slow to react. He tackles me to the ground. The rough tar from his long driveway scrapes open my skin as I struggle to get away from him but that doesn't matter to me now. I just need to get away. He gets the advantage and knocks me on the head. I luckily don't lose consciousness but I wonder how many blows my head can take before I die from a brain bleed. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I lay helpless as he carries me back into his house.
"We will see who really loves you." He mutters.
What does he have up his sleeve? I hoped you liked this chapter.