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…"

do you ?

look that

"It seemed

didn't pay me the rent of the

know where

my

"How would I know…"

said, "Her daughter was looking

she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should

3 "Here…"

few bills and said,

you know where

took the money and pocketed

goes to the diner at the corner, also

usually go there when

about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way

that spread with each hour that passed with me not

hated her for what

broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds and made all the feelings

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

asleep so I spent my time by arranging a place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in this filthy place with her mother who was sick and needed

a perfect world I wouldn't have

she

at Aaron estate with

to the top floor, my

make a scene and find another way to humiliate me

hesitate to step out of the elevator it still didn't dampen my happiness about the fact that not

handed me

wasn't sure how much money I would need so I had asked for five thousand

I hadn't gotten any reply, and

and tell him how grateful I was for

and I

the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured

i nodded.

I could guess why.

my purse on the desk the buzzer

I made my way

beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it was

fingers grabbed my hand and slammed

"Ahh…"

hand

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

like he was teetering

I was familiar with

feeling well—

moaning in pain when he twisted my arm and grabbed my

backward, he leaned

he took

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"