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…"

? "I am her

me a judgemental look

"It seemed she

me the rent of

know where

my

"How would I know…"

said, "Her daughter was looking for a

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

3 "Here…"

handed him a few bills and said, "Now, I paid

me if you

the money

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

there when they have

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

helpless and there was this chasm inside me that spread

for

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

one was the most obvious, I still cared for her fucking welfare even though she

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 she wouldn't have to live in this

a perfect world

perfect world she wouldn't have

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

elevator took me to the top floor,

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

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

he had handed

for five thousand dollars but shockingly without another word he had transferred

texted him but I hadn't gotten any reply,

him how grateful I

elevator opened and I stepped

devil here, Phoebe the

i nodded.

I could guess why.

my purse on the desk the buzzer went off and I

a deep breath before I made

already drawn and

grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall near the

"Ahh…"

involuntary gasp left me as he held my hand behind my back while he pressed

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

sounded on an edge, like he was teetering

side of him, I was familiar with it

wasn't feeling

moaning in pain when he twisted

my head backward,

on my cheek and then he took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"