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 her

judgemental look that I didn't care

said, "It seemed she

pay me the rent of the

you know

my patience

"How would I know…"

after a moment, he said, "Her daughter

you

3 "Here…"

a few bills and said, "Now,

me if you know

the money and

corner, also there is a women's shelter

go there when

have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way

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

hated her for what

to fucking make her miserable, break her the way she broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds

them one was the most obvious, I still cared for her fucking

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

In a perfect world I

perfect world she wouldn't

in Black Mountain at Aaron

the top floor,

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

of getting face to face with the Devil himself made me hesitate to step out of the elevator it

had handed me a lifeline

for

any reply, and now I just couldn't

and tell him how

opened and I

dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured as if in

i nodded.

I could guess why.

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

I took a deep breath before I made my way to the glass

blinds were already drawn and it was the reason that he

my

"Ahh…"

gasp left me as 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 teetering between insanity and utter

side of him, I was familiar with it and it filled

wasn't feeling well—

up moaning in pain when he twisted my arm and

backward, he leaned

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

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"