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

me a judgemental look that I didn't

"It seemed she

didn't pay me the rent of the last week

you know

my patience

"How would I know…"

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

wife you should have chosen

3 "Here…"

handed him a few bills and said,

me if you

money and

corner, also there is a women's

usually go there when they have no

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

helpless and there was this chasm inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not

her for what she

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

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

I spent my time by arranging a place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in this filthy

world I wouldn't have

world she wouldn't have

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

elevator took me to the top floor, my insides coiled with

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

of the elevator it still didn't dampen my happiness about the fact that not far

handed me a lifeline and

need so I had asked for five thousand

gotten any reply, and now

and tell him how grateful I was for

opened and

even the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small

i nodded.

I could guess why.

the desk

deep breath before I made my

were already drawn and it was the reason that

grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall

"Ahh…"

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

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

like he was teetering between insanity and utter

familiar with it and it filled

feeling

in pain when he

head backward,

my cheek and then he took my earlobe

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"