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 am

me a judgemental look

said, "It seemed she

pay me the rent of the last week

know where she

asked, my

"How would I know…"

after a moment, he said, "Her

wife you

3 "Here…"

a few bills and said, "Now, I paid your

you know where

took the money and pocketed

corner, also there

when they have

turned around as I realized that the man really didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way

inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not knowing if she

her for

way she broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds

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

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

In a perfect world I wouldn't

world she wouldn't

perfect fucking world we would have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate

took me to the top floor, my insides

for excuses because knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find another way

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

just helped me, he had handed me

for

gotten any reply, and now I just couldn't not

had to meet him and tell him how grateful I was for his

opened and I

it seemed even the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe

i nodded.

I could guess why.

purse on the

breath before I made my way

beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it was the reason

as I entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed me

"Ahh…"

he held my hand behind my

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

edge, like he was teetering between

that side of him, I was familiar with it

wasn't feeling

up moaning in pain when he twisted my

backward, he

then he took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"