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…"

you ? "I

me a judgemental look that I didn't care

"It seemed she

rent of

know where

my patience running

"How would I know…"

a moment, he said, "Her daughter was looking for a

a wife you should have chosen the younger one even though she has

3 "Here…"

bills and said, "Now, I

if you know where

money and

to the diner at the corner, also there is a women's shelter

when they

about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and then to the shelter when I didn't find her

helpless and there was this chasm inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not knowing if she

for what she

barged into my life

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

my time by arranging a

world I wouldn't have

she wouldn't have

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

to the top floor, my insides

Kristian he would make a scene and find another way to humiliate me for not coming

of the elevator it

helped me, he had handed me a lifeline and he was too

sure how much money I would need so I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly

had texted him but I hadn't gotten any

and tell him how grateful I was for his

and I stepped

in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile

i nodded.

I could guess why.

on the desk the

I made my

get to see him beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it was

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

"Ahh…"

involuntary gasp left me as he held my hand

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

sounded on an edge, like he

I was familiar with it and it filled me

wasn't feeling

pain when he twisted my arm and grabbed

backward, he

ghosted on my cheek and then he took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"