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…"

do you ? "I

look that I didn't care

said, "It

the rent of the last

you know

asked, my patience running

"How would I know…"

"Her daughter was looking for

isn't she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have

3 "Here…"

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

you know

took the money and pocketed

the diner at the corner, also there is a women's shelter not far

usually go there when they

idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made

some reason, I felt helpless and there was this chasm inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not knowing

hated her for

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

I still cared for her fucking welfare even though she had hurt

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 filthy place with her mother who was sick and needed

perfect world I wouldn't have

perfect world she wouldn't

Aaron estate

me to the top floor,

knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find another way to

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

just helped me, he had handed me

money I would need so I had asked for

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

him how grateful I was for

opened and I stepped

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

i nodded.

I could guess why.

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

before I made my way to

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

soon as I entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall near

"Ahh…"

he held my hand behind my back while he pressed me

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

on an edge, like he was

I was familiar with it and it

feeling

in pain when he twisted

head backward,

took my earlobe into his mouth and bit down on

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"