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 am

a judgemental look

said, "It seemed

me the rent of the

know where

asked, my patience

"How would I know…"

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

you should have chosen

3 "Here…"

bills and said, "Now,

if you know where

the money and pocketed

one goes to the diner at the corner, also there is a women's shelter not

there when they have no

about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the

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

hated her for what she

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

obvious, I still cared for her fucking

it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a place for her to

a perfect world

she wouldn't have

Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of

me to the top floor, my insides coiled

make a scene and find another way to humiliate me for not

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 a lifeline and

wasn't sure how much money I would need so I had asked for

him but I hadn't gotten any reply, and

to meet him and tell him how grateful I was for

elevator opened and

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

i nodded.

I could guess why.

placed my purse on the

took a deep breath before I made my way

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

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

"Ahh…"

gasp left me as he held my hand behind my back

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

edge, like he was teetering between insanity and utter

him, I was familiar with it and it filled me with

wasn't feeling well—

pain when he twisted my

my head backward, he leaned

and then he took my

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"