2 Chapter 02

SARAH.

"Tell me what the code is, damsel and I promise you. I'll leave you alone, I'll make sure you're living your life good.... "

The ugly looking man said to me and I rolled my eyes.

"Baby, don't start now, uh? You know how I am when I'm angry.. "

He smirked, moving closer to me.

Gawd! I feel like puking.

He reeks of alcohol.

He trailed his dirty finger down my neck and I felt disgusted immediately, then he licked my neck while I wriggled.

"So, ready to tell me that code now? "

He whispered in my ear then turned to look at me.

"Never! "

I spat and spit in his face but that only got him more angrier.

He turned to look at me with dark eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that beauty "

He smirked and signalled to his boys.

"Strip her.. "

What? No!! No please!!

I tried to struggle as they torn away my clothes but it was to no vain cause my arms and legs are tied.

"Please no!"

I begged but it fell to deaf ears.

They tear my clothes leaving me in only my underwear while I couldn't stop crying.

"So now, babe. Are you ready to tell me that code? "

I looked at the man with tears rolling down my cheeks, anger clearly written over my face.

"NEVER! "

I spoke with venom in my voice.

"Well, you made your choice "

He smirked and unbuckled his belt while I was being held down my two hefty guards.

"no.. Please. You monster let go of me!! Nooo!!! "

***

"Nooooooo... "

I screamed and jerked off the bed sweating like really bad.

Oh God! Not again.

I groaned as I used the back of my hand to wipe away the sweat.

Fucking nightmares again!

I wonder why it hates me so much, it just keep hunting me and I still can't get that day, night off my head.

This keeps repeating itself over and over again, I can't get it out of my mind. It has become like a scar that's deeply rooted and imprinted to the depth of my soul and it's never going to be removed no matter how hard I try.

Even though it has been seven years, still can't get over how my parents were both murdered on the same day; cold blooded .

I can still remember everything clearly like it had just happened yesterday.

The way everything was so lively at first, the way my eyes shined brightly as I played the game with my dad. The way he was so proud of me and I, even more prouder of myself when I won the game even though it's just a game.

The way everything just seems so… perfect and then it came crumbling down right before my eyes.

Everything got destroyed. The smile my dad gave me before he forced my mom and I into the room.

I knew something was going to happen, I could feel it really but I just didn't knew what that thing is but I knew that whatever it is, it isn't going to he good. It is going to be so bad and it might destroy us. Truly to my guts, it did. Destroyed us entirely.

Left me shattered, broken. More than damaged and never to be put back again.

I rub my palms on my face and about to lay on the bed when faints of music caught my attention.

It's really such a surprise because ever since I've been kidnapped, this part of the house is more like confined to me only.

There's always no noise coming from here. It was like this is my own small world.

I was destined to be like this. Locked up and going crazy slowly, my insanity slipping off by the seconds but now, I don't think that would be the case anymore.

I try to ignore the faint sound of music that comes from wherever it's coming from and try to close my eyes, even though I know whenever I do it. I'll immediately remember everything once again. It will torture me once again, just like it has always does and I loved it.

Not because it pleases me remembering the cold murder of my parents, not because it sounds great to my ear hearing the silent whimpers from my mom when she got murdered but because that was my last memory of them and no matter the pain that comes from it, I'll gladly endure it just to see their faces again.

I sigh before shifting on the bed and facing up, staring at the ceiling with my hand laying across my stomach and my breaths shallow, coming out softly. Almost so soft I couldn't hear them.

It would be better if I stopped hearing it altogether. If it stops beating, I would do anything to accomplish that.

Let me rephrase that, I've done everything in my power to accomplish that but it just doesn't work.

It's almost like the universe wants to purposely punish me for this, to make me suffer like this and break pieces by pieces. Slowly bits by bits. Until there's nothing left in me anymore, nothing left of me anymore and when that time comes, I'll gladly embrace it.

"Fuck!"

I hear a mutter from the other side of the room and I raise my gaze from staring at the ceiling, just for a little tad bit before taking it back up there.

"Fuck!"

The voice comes again, this time getting a little bit louder but I choose to ignore it, at the same time wondering where the voice comes from.

"Fucking hell…!"

The voice comes out once again along with some muttering of words that I couldn't make out and this time, it sounded so much louder… Closer.

Taking a few deep breaths, I climb down from the bed gently before walking over to the door. My fingers playing around the doorknob as I contemplate on whether to open the door to see who it is or just walk back and continue my own share of misery.

Just as I turn back to follow the option two, the door opens and whoever it is must been careless because whoever it is slipped off and everything that the person was carrying falling down and whoever it is laying across the floor with his head buried in the few boxes.

Yes, it's a his. I can tell by the shoes and the pants that hugged tightly to his body, almost as if it's his armor.

It's a his and I want to yell my lungs out.

It's a his and all I want to do is to strangle him but I didn't do that.

I stand behind, watching as he got up and turn back to me, the most piercing green pair of eyes staring at me.