Blackmailed For Love

Did she run away?

Did she decide I was asking for too much? But, was I? Maybe… I don't fucking know.

From the very fucking beginning Elsa had made me confuse, made me fight my own self.

And she was still doing it half a decade later.

But… Where was she? Why wasn't she here yet? All those questions kept my mind in a spin, not making it possible for me to relax.

I paced in my office, my eyes darting to my watch for the fifteenth time and it was only five minutes since I last checked.

But my patience was shot to hell and I didn't care that it was only half past ten.

She was late and a pit had opened up in my stomach as to why she wasn't here yet.

I didn't want to admit it, what kind of man I would be if I admitted that I was fucking worried for the girl who had betrayed me, stomped on my heart and tore my trust into smithereens.

1 Did something happen? It was a hell hole where she lived.

I shouldn't have left her there.

I raked my fingers through my hair.

A fucked up part of me wanted her as much as before, but this time with a darkness that was out of control.

I had let her go, but now that she was here… I couldn't do it again.

I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of my office, unable to wait anymore.

3 Half an hour later I parked my car outside the rundown building and walked inside.

A thought for the safety of my car crossed my mind but for once I couldn't care less.

I walked up the stairs, not knowing where I was going but wanting to know if she was okay.

I will deal with her later after I had made sure that nothing bad had happened then I will let her know what happens when she keeps me waiting.

I came to the first floor and every door was locked.

On the second floor I saw an old man who didn't listen when I asked him if he knew about two women who lived here.

But then on the third floor 1 heard a middle aged man muttering as he locked a door.

"Leaving without paying rent.

Shouldn't have trusted her sad story.

It's always the same-"

"Excuse me."

The man tumed, looked at me up and down and said, "You don't belong here."

Tell me something I don't know like where my little girl was.

"I am looking for a girl and her mother.

Blonde hair, blue eyes…"

?

a judgemental look

"It

the rent of the last

know where she

my

"How would I know…"

a moment, he said, "Her daughter was looking

she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have chosen the

3 "Here…"

few bills and said, "Now,

if you know

took the money and

to the diner at the corner,

there when they

that the man really didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I

that spread with

her for what she

miserable, break her the way she broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds and made all the feelings I had vaulted inside

obvious, I still cared for her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me and stabbed me in the

had come back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a

perfect world I

she

a perfect fucking world we would have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of

the top floor,

because knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find

of getting face to face with the Devil himself made me hesitate to step out of the elevator it still didn't dampen my happiness about the fact that

had handed me a lifeline and

would need so I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly without another word

him but I hadn't gotten any reply, and now I just couldn't

tell him how grateful I

opened and I

conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe

i nodded.

I could guess why.

placed my purse on the desk

I made my way

as the blinds were already drawn and it was the

strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall near

"Ahh…"

as he held my hand behind my back while he pressed me

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

he was teetering between insanity and

of him, I was familiar with it

wasn't feeling well—

in pain when he twisted

backward, he

took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"