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

gave me a judgemental look that

said, "It seemed

the rent of the last week

you know where she

asked, my

"How would I know…"

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

she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have chosen the younger one even though she

3 "Here…"

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

you know where

took the money

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

usually go there when they

turned around as I realized that the man really didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and then to the

felt helpless and there was this chasm inside me that spread

for what

fucking make her miserable, break her the way she broke me but when she barged into my

her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me and

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

In a perfect world I

she wouldn't have betrayed

in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded with the woods that has

the elevator took me to the top

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

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 family

had handed me

need so I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly without another

but I hadn't gotten any

to meet him and tell him how grateful

and I stepped

conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured as if

i nodded.

I could guess why.

I placed my purse on the

took a deep breath before I

the blinds were already drawn and it was the

my hand and slammed me against the wall near

"Ahh…"

as he held my hand behind

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

like he was

familiar with

feeling well—

when he twisted my arm

head backward,

he took my earlobe

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"