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

look that

said, "It seemed

pay me the rent of the

know

asked, my patience running

"How would I know…"

moment, he said, "Her daughter

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

3 "Here…"

a few bills and said, "Now, I

you know where they

the money and pocketed

the corner, also there is a

there when they

around as I realized that the man really didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and then to the shelter when

me that spread with each hour that passed with

her for what

but when she barged into

for her fucking welfare even

back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a

perfect world I wouldn't

world she wouldn't

we would have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded with the woods that has

the top floor, my

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

hesitate to step out of the elevator it still didn't dampen my happiness about the fact that not far from here I had booked a family

he had handed

asked for five thousand

hadn't gotten any reply, and now I just

and tell him how grateful I was for

and

was 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, "He

i nodded.

I could guess why.

purse on the desk the buzzer

deep breath before I made my way

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

strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed

"Ahh…"

hand behind my

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

like he

was familiar with it and

wasn't feeling well—

he

head backward,

ghosted on my cheek and then he took my earlobe into his mouth and

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"