Chapter 5
A bucket of water splashed over her head, she felt the dirt walls. There was barely enough moonlight to see, but she made out that she had been placed in a well. Now water stood to her knees, rising by the bucket that was automatically poured out above, "Someone! Somebody help me!" Crying out at the top of lounges. She didn't know how she'd even gotten in there, where was Blaze?
After countless screaming and shouting she placed her head against the cold stone, the water was now reaching her waistline. There was no hope, but did she ever have any? Maybe letting go of her life was the right thing to do. She wouldn't be held captive to that ratchet man, Blaze anymore. Her parents would never miss her and Fred has made it obvious to her that he didn't need her in his busy and wonderful life either.
*FLASHBACK*
"I can tell something is bothering you." She broke the silence in the bedroom of his. He moaned and stretched out. "Come on big guy, spell the beans!" She teased tickling his stomach playfully. "Cut it out Daphne!" He snapped hatefully, she instantly pulled her hand away. "Geez, I'm sorry.." She stuttered, grabbing a decor pillow and holding it in her arms. He sighed heavily as he looked at her innocent face, confused and sad by his reaction. "No, I'm sorry...it's just..I'm not in the mood." He said. Daphne carefully rested her head on his chest. "It's okay baby." She smoothed, stroking her gentle fingers through his lush blonde hair. "You never fail me. Even at my worst.." He said, toying with her hair. "I think there's something more than work, school and mystery solving on your mind Freddy.." She confessed. "What are you talking about?" His voice showing annoyance at the way she assumed he was hiding something. "You know, but you're not telling me what I'm talking about" he blinked in confusion, she smirked. "I'm not stupid." He grinned. "Some things are better left unsaid. I'm sorry if I'm a grouch, but I promise you. I'm not mad at you." He said, not getting the response he hoped he would. "I don't know I can believe that. You're always snapping at me, you call off most of our dates, you never text me good morning anymore and you never wanna talk!" Exploding like a ticking bomb gone off. "I'm busy!" He shouted in defense. "You know why you mean so much to me! You are all I have! You never shut me out, encourage me, hold me and listen to me. You're the shoulder I never had to cry on before, until we admitted our feelings..now you're exactly like my parents! Pushing me away, ignoring me and always too busy to remember me." Her voice weak, tears filled her eyes. "Daphne-" he reached for her hand, she pulled away. "I have to go now Fred." She quickly made her way to the door. "Daph!" He shouted, freezing her in her tracks. "What?" She croaked. "I can't call you tonight...I uhh, have a" she flipped her hair and slammed the bedroom door hard enough to knock the frame of their picture off the wall, shattering on the hardwood floor. He sighed. "I'm really sorry Daphne..." He whispered.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
His voice, it was Blaze. Shouting continuously at her. Then he came sliding down a rope to her rescue.
"Let me go, just let me go!" Violently screaming into his ear, splashing and hitting as hard as she possibly could. "Daphne! It's okay!" Blaze shouted helplessly at her, reaching for her arms. "I'm here to save you!" Daphne shook her head in an obvious panic. "No, no! I don't want to be saved! Just let me drown!" Pleading, sinking down into the water swallowing some and coughing. "No! I won't let you die! You just can't!" He fought. She clung his soaking wet shirt. The water continued to pour rapidly over them. Looking into his eyes, shaking violently. "I don't know why you want me to live. My life has no value. I can do nothing right, and I life with you..forever..i-" she hesitated, looking weakly at him. "I don't want to live that. So please.. Let me go." He shook his head, fear and disbelief. "I'm sorry." Whispered under her shaky voice, then dunked into the freezing water. "Daphne!" His desperate cry echoed through the well. He dove under, swimming deeper and deeper into the dark cold water.
One week had past since Daphne was last seen. Life was utterly miserable. He couldn't bring himself to eat, trying to sleep was pointless. Nightmare after nightmare would haunt him. After one entire week the trail to finding Daphne wasn't dead, it never has lived. It seemed she vanished. There's no trace of her anywhere. The guilt weighed on him heavier with each passing minute she wasn't at his side and in his safety.
"You're back here again?" Velma's smirky intelligent voice said from behind. Startling him to a degree, he turned to see her. His hands tucked into his coat pockets. "What are you doing here?" He asked without hesitation. She rolled her eyes, the sound of her little red wedged shoes coming towards him slowly. "Actually I think that's something we should be asking you Jones. You were the last with her, you broke up a steady six year relationship with your dream girl and then you keep coming back to here. What does this place really mean to you Fred? What really happened here?" Her hand clutching the dusty sphere stair railing piece that was right in front of the dark hallway he stood at in the same old mansion. Cringing while she eye'd him like he was a criminal. "Are you leading up to saying you think I played a role in Daphne's disappearance?" He could barely hold himself back from completely snapping on her. "I'm simply asking you, what do you know that you're not telling us? The breakup, this spot, you know more than you've been saying." He shifted, exhaled heavily and faced the airy dark hallway. "It was here when I last saw her. Right here." Pressing his hand on the trim of the entrance. "She refused to split up with me. And I can't say I blame her either. I was a jerk." He said, staring off into the distance. "Why were you a jerk? Fred I've known you my whole life, you aren't easily tempered. And never would you ever intentionally hurt Daphne. You just couldn't, unless you were trying to help her..."the wheels turning in her head, she paused and thought to herself. "Something made you break up with her...or was it someone.." His face revealed a look of relief. "I can't- I don't know what you're talking about" he stuttered, wind hitting her as he walked by her and headed down the dark mansion stairway. "Fred! Stop running away! We can talk about this!" He continued walking. "She's like my sister Freddy!" She shouted innocently, his hand on the doorknob. He froze. Moments of silence filled the room, he sighed. The sound of her racing down the steps suddenly stopped and a hand was on her shoulder. "Velma! No!" He shouted loudly, jerking away from her. "I can't talk to you, you might be in danger too! Just please, leave me alone." Fear lit his blue eyes. He pushed open the door and ran into the dark. She pulled out her cellphone and flashed it outside. "Wait Fred! Maybe I can help! Just talk to me!" Shouting out to him, but no reply came.
Warmth, warmth and security was all she could feel. Her eyes fluttered open, she certainly wasn't in heaven. A beautiful piano played softly. Lifting her head she turned to see who was playing. "Blaze?" She questioned, he looked up shyly. "Daphne! You're awake.." He said happily, closing the keys. "No, don't stop playing..I mean you're really good." He shook his head. "I'm not really a fan of instruments" he informed, walking over to her. She scanned the room, realizing fully that she was back in his hideout. "How did you-" he smiled, kneeled to her side and reached for her frail hand. "I told you, I wouldn't let you die Daphne Blake. You're worth so much more than you've ever been shown. " his voice was soft, one hand holding hers and the other running through her silk hair. "You saved my..life?" She said barely above a whisper. He nodded and smiled off his devil of a grin. She bit her bottom lip, nervously. "One day you're going to be so thankful I didn't let you go." She looked down at the chains that locked her wrists and ankles together, looked back at him. "You're the one who put me in that well" she confronted angrily. He laughed. "Oh you're quite the smarty pants aren't you?" Brushing his hand on her face. "That's not the last time you'll face a death trap. But if you ever try to end your own life again, you're just going to wish you were dead once I get a hold of you." She tucked back in the sofa. He grinned. "I'm sure you'll listen. You catch on fast." Tears trickled down her face, she tried her best to hold back sobbing desperately, that's what he wanted her to do. Look helpless and desperate.
She would fight her hardest to never please him.
TBC
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