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

a judgemental look that

"It seemed

rent of the last week

know

my patience

"How would I know…"

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

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

3 "Here…"

and said, "Now, I

you know

took the money and

the corner, also

usually go there when

didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and

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

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 me

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

terrified eyes, they had come back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a place for her to live so

In a perfect world I

perfect world she wouldn't have

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

elevator took me to the top floor, my insides

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

even as 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

me, he had handed me a

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

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

tell him how grateful I was for his

elevator opened and I

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

i nodded.

I could guess why.

moment I placed my purse on the desk the buzzer went off and I

my eyes, I took a deep breath before I made my

the blinds were already drawn and

my hand and slammed me against the wall near

"Ahh…"

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

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

sounded on an edge, like he was

of him, I was familiar with

wasn't feeling well—

ended up moaning in pain when he twisted my arm and grabbed my

backward, he

ghosted on my cheek and then he took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"