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 that I didn't care

"It seemed she

pay me the rent of

know where

my patience

"How would I know…"

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

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

3 "Here…"

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

you

money and pocketed

at the corner, also there is a women's shelter

when they

about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made

reason, I felt helpless and there was this chasm inside me that

her for what she

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

most obvious, I still cared for her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me

spent my time by arranging a place for her to live

world I wouldn't have

perfect world she wouldn't

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

me to the top floor,

mind grasped for excuses because knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find another way

getting face to 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 here I had booked a

helped me, he had handed me a lifeline

asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly

but I hadn't gotten any reply, and

tell him how grateful I was

opened and

floors below, here everything was quiet, it seemed even the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a

i nodded.

I could guess why.

the desk the buzzer went off

a deep breath before I

didn't get to see him beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it was the reason that he took me

my hand and slammed

"Ahh…"

gasp left me as he held my hand behind my back

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

on an edge, like he was

knew that side of him, I was familiar with it and it filled me

feeling

ended up moaning in pain when he twisted my arm and grabbed

my head backward,

my cheek and then he took my earlobe into

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"