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…"

?

judgemental look that I

"It

the rent of the

you know

my

"How would I know…"

he said, "Her daughter was looking for

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

3 "Here…"

handed him a few bills and

me if you know

money and

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

there when they have

didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my

that spread

her for what she

make her 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 me

for her fucking welfare even though she had

it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in

perfect world I wouldn't have

perfect world she wouldn't have betrayed

have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded with the

took me to the

excuses because knowing Kristian he would make a scene

the prospect 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 not far from here I had

handed me a

I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly

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

him and tell him how

and I

quiet, it seemed even the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured as if in warning,

i nodded.

I could guess why.

my purse on the desk the buzzer

breath before I made my way to the glass doors

as the blinds were already drawn and it was the reason that he

grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall

"Ahh…"

my hand behind my

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

he was teetering between insanity and utter

him, I was familiar with it and

feeling well—

ended up moaning in pain when he twisted my

my head backward,

cheek and then he took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"