I lay there for I'm not sure how long, just until the pain stopped. I didn't think it ever would but it did. I had no energy to move so I remained still, the goosebumps rising from the cold air hitting against my bare skin.

"I'll be back Embry, you and me forever, remember?"

My thoughts were a dangerous thing but then again they were the things that kept me sane throughout the past year. I had no one, my parents were amazing and I'm so grateful for them but I could never talk to them about anything. It was just the dynamics of our relationship and it never affected me until now because I had Noah.

He could always tell when something was wrong and we always had this connection that I knew was special, I suppose that's why I've allowed this to affect me so much.

But, I've allowed him to get to me, his last words before he was taken away keep spinning around my mind, the echoes of his unfulfilled promises to get back to me now becoming the bone chilling reality I was so scared to come to terms with.

"Embry, sweetie, can I come in?" my mom's gentle tone wafted through the door, "yeah one minute mom". Grabbing the blanket I covered my body, wrapping myself securely in its protection just before she came in.

"Hi, I know you probably aren't in the mood to eat but I thought to let you know that the food is ready, if not it's fine, but you could take a bath that would be nice right?" Sighing, I approached her and threw my arms around her frame, I knew she needed the comfort I had always seeked.

"Yeah, I think I might just have a bath and then go to sleep, I'll make sure to come to you if I have any problems, I'm fine, I promise" I smiled, lying so sweetly through my teeth. Although lying had never been my strong suit I had perfected the art of showing my parents what they wanted to see.

"That's great Embry, I'll be downstairs if you need anything", nodding I shut the door after her. Slinging my dirty clothes from the floor into the hamper I slumped against the bathroom door as I listened to the water run.

Shutting my eyes I let the noise consume my mind, no thoughts, they cost too much emotional payment. Satisfied with the temperature I slid into the bath letting my worries and fears soak with me and melt away with the heat.

Pruney and clean, I dried myself off wrapping the towel firmly around me as I exited the bathroom.

"I missed you little bug", my breath caught in my throat. I looked up to see him there on my bed. Blinking in disbelief I waited for him to disappear and for my imagination to be playing a trick on me.

"N-noah?" I whimpered, a burning sensation running through my system at the thought of the situation. I stood frozen as he stalked towards me, "yeah baby, I'm back and I missed you so much" his eyes were darker than I remembered.

Fighting to find words to say I couldn't find it in myself to do anything other than watch him move closer to me with my mouth agape. "Shh, take your time, I know you're shocked" he brings his hand towards me as I violently flinch back releasing whines.

"You, you can't be here, you need to l-leave" and like that I was back to my stuttering. "They can't stop me from seeing you Embry, I won't let them" his gentle smile turned into a hard grimace as I realised my mistake.

"I can't stay for long, and you can't tell anyone about me being here, you know that right," he warned as I picked up on his threatening tone.

I gripped the towel inhumanely tight as my hands quivered, stepping back as he got impossibly close to me, "you aren't going to tell anyone Embry, unless you want me to hurt people, you don't want that do you, especially with you family being so very close right now" he smirked.

Aggressively shaking my head, I screamed at myself to talk, or scream for help or even move. I needed to do something but it seemed like all my functioning had been shut off. "You know what I feel about you not verbally answering little bug" he brought his arm up beside my head, encasing me against the wall that blocked my getaway. "I-I won't tell any, anybody" I gulped, his posture frightening. He was relaxed and tense at the same time.

I was trying anything I could to avoid looking into his eyes because they would remind me of too much, too many things I couldn't risk feeling right now. Distracting myself I noted his hair was longer, it still looked nice much to my dismay, he had always looked nice and it was terrible. Why couldn't bad people look as bad on the outside as they were on the inside.

"Staring are we, princess?" he teased as my cheeks flared with colour, "n-no I, I wasn't, I-", "shh, I know, I'm just teasing Embry" he genuinely smiled.

And for that moment I had forgotten our situation because his smile seemed so real. So Noah like, so comforting, I just wanted us to go back to the old us when everything wasn't so messy. But, it couldn't go back to that and it never would.

"You smell so good" he leaned in closer and I stiffened, I recoiled as he began to sniff my hair making me feel a whole other level of uncomfortable. "Gosh prison was terrible, but I'm out now and everything is going to go as it should have" trailing light kisses down my bare shoulder, I felt like throwing up.

The tears fell as he continued down my arm and to my hand, finishing on my finger tips and throughout all the discomfort, any of the words I wished to speak got caught in my throat, lodging themselves into the surrounding tissues.

"What's wrong little bug, why are you crying?" His eyes held concern and it all seemed too human like for my brain to comprehend. "I don't, I'm not, I only, towel" I rushed out, none of it making sense as I choked back the bile crawling up my throat.

"Of course, go get dressed, I'll be out here okay" he released his hold on me somehow understanding what I was failing at saying as I scurried away. Not brave enough to try to make it to the door, I silently obeyed him and got clothes from my drawers. I could feel his heavy stare with every little movement I made. Locking myself in my bathroom, I exhaled heavily, relief of being free from his grasp bursting throughout my cells.

I tried to waste as much time getting dressed as I could as I tried to come up with a solution, but all of them ended up with someone getting hurt and I couldn't even stomach the thought of someone being harmed because of me, especially with my parents in such easy access to him.

Realising I couldn't milk anymore time from this escape I had to just go out and face him and try not to be as helpless as I was before. "Ah there you are" his voice was enough to dissolve any confidence I had built up in the bathroom, turning me into a shaking anxious mess.

I stared wide eyed as I saw him flipping through the scrapbook of our photos. It was stupid of me to keep it but I wasn't ready to let my whole childhood go like that. "Remind me to take this with us" he studied the photos mindlessly as I pushed myself as far into the wall facing him as I could.

"Take this with us, where?" I skeptically voiced, a small part of me filled with triumph at my proper speech but the other part of me knowing it was only because I trailed the sentence out for a couple seconds longer than necessary. "To our home" he lifted his head to meet my eyes as I froze. "Our h-home" my voice quivered.

"Well, we can't be together here, so I'm taking you away, obviously" he deadpanned as if it was the most obvious thing. "N-no, you can't, I won't" I was too stunned for words. My stomach felt heavy and I hated the feeling of anxiety but it kept increasing every time he opened his mouth.

Slamming the book closed, he stormed towards me, catching me off guard as I prayed to disappear into the wall. Grabbing my jaw, he forced my face forward, facing him. "You don't get a choice on the matter, I'm already pissed about last year but I've decided not to blame you, so don't make me mad or it won't end well" he seethed.

His voice dripped with venom as his hold on me got tighter, using his body to crush me painfully against the wall I let out distressed sobs. The selfish part of me wished my mom or dad would come and check on me but they knew that I liked my space and wouldn't dare disturb me until morning. "I'm sorry" I whimpered, feeling exposed under his glare. "You're mine, and you don't get to disrespect me, you understand that right?" he spit, pressing his forehead against mine as I tried to struggle out of his grip.

"Y-yes, I, I understand, I-Im sorry" I pleaded for relief from this death grip he had me in. "Good girl" he beamed as his lips met my forehead. I let my weight sag against his form as he dropped the pressure he had on me. Even holding myself up seemed too draining at this point.

"Now, come lie with me for a little before I have to leave" he sweetly smiled, leaving me defenseless against the wall I watched as he got himself comfy on my bed. "Embry" he warned as my body jumped into action, rushing over to his side I dropped my head in shame as he chuckled.

"Awh, no I'm sorry little bug, I wasn't laughing at you" he reassured, as if I didn't already know it was because of how pathetic I was. "Okay" I whispered as I let my body go limp against his after he forced my form down against his on the bed.

I was laying on his chest as his fingers ran through my hair, his other hand securely wrapped around my back, limiting any possibility of escape, as if I had enough courage to even try. Unwillingly my body relaxed against his as the soothing feel of a head massage draped over me.

He knew it was a weakness of mine and used it against me, his content sigh was almost enough to have me swing at him but I was too tired, I was too ashamed of myself for being so weak. I never thought being a people pleaser would lead to such drastic events, even if he was psychotic there was something about the thought of someone being upset with me that didn't sit right.

Against all sensible reasoning, I let myself be lulled to sleep. Occasionally feeling his lips graze against the top of my head as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

The sun shone down through the curtains temporarily blinding me as I tried to get a grasp on my surroundings. Groggily wiping the sleep from my eyes I groaned as I trudged into the bathroom.

"God I hate mornings" I whispered to myself getting ready to brush my teeth. Just then, mid-swish of my brush the memory of last night hit me full force, knocking the breath from my lungs.

He was here, he had been in my room, forgetting all about the hygiene routine I rushed into my room, looking for a sign to prove it wasn't a dream.

I could have continued brushing my teeth, spent a little longer convincing myself it was a dream but no, somewhere in that demented mind of mine I just had to let my eye catch the sight of the scrapbook. Lying face down from when he slammed it in anger, at the foot of my bed.

Sighing, I let myself be submerged in a new found numbness. "Crap, what the hell do I do now" picking up the book, I threw it onto my desk, suddenly sick of the sight of my room.

"Morning" I weakly smiled, pushing any thoughts of last night from my mind. And to think I had spent more than a healthy amount of time imagining what I would do when he ever came back, yet all I did was freeze and bend to his every whim.

"Morning sweetie, I'm making eggs, they should be ready in a couple minutes" my mom hummed, bustling her way around the kitchen. "Where's dad?" I questioned, picking at my nails. "He ran out to get milk and orange juice" she smiled refocusing her attention on the food.

Impulsively I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. The warmth was nice and I knew I needed this after last night. I was scared, not so much for myself but for my parents. "Awh thanks sweetie, is everything okay?" she reciprocated the hug, pulling me in close as I basked in her motherly aura.

"Yeah, I just really love you is all" I mumbled hiding my face in her arm as she awed at my sudden display of affection. Stepping back, I deflected her curious eyes as I plopped myself onto the kitchen stool.

"Are you going to be okay for school tomorrow?" she enquired, stirring something. "Yeah, of course, I'm better now mom, I promise" I reassuringly nodded, she didn't need me adding to her stresses of life.

"What do you mean? We should have been notified, I swear to god, you better stop making excuses and actually do your job for once" the booming voice of my dad could be heard from outside the house.

Exchanging worried glances with my mom we rushed towards the door, a furlong expression evident on my dad's face as he entered the house.

"Hey darling, is everything okay? Who was that?" taking the cartons from my dad I headed for the fridge. "That idiot of an attorney we hired" he sighed, dropping into a kitchen stool as he rubbed the top of his head in frustration.

"Noah was released yesterday morning, and no one thought to tell us, I mean we only found out about the parole offer yesterday evening, what kind of idiots do they let into the law sector these days" he spit out, clearly riled up.

I tensed at his information, I already knew this of course, but with my parents knowing, it would make things so much more dangerous. "What, are you serious, that's outrageous, we should have been told the moment any decisions were made" my mom flung the cloth as I grimaced at the tension in the room.

I had to play dumb, convince them this was my first time with any knowledge, "but I thought they only put in for parole yesterday?" I asked, cursing my tone for seeming so relaxed.

"They did, or at least that's what we have been told, money works fast in the world" he sighed, his face contorted with stress. "It's, its okay, he isn't stupid enough to come near me after a year in prison" I tensed at the look they exchanged.

I guess even they weren't gullible enough to believe it. "We just need you to be extra careful, straight to and from school, phone on you at all times and do not go out unless we've told you it was okay" he explained.

"So basically, what I've been doing for the last year" I laughed, clearly being the only one who found humour in it as a stern look was sent my way.

"I'll be careful, I promise" I assured sighing in defeat, it was always stress central and of course I understood why better than anyone else but it got so tiring.

"I need to go meet the attorney, but I should be back before dinner" my dad stoically announced, "but I have to work today" my mom replied alarmed.

Trying to hide my internal panic at what was about to happen I butted in, "I'll be okay home alone, I promise, I'll lock all the doors and windows and even arm myself with a knife."

It was by no means my smartest idea but the look of gratitude on my dad's face was enough to have me smiling proudly. "Are you sure, I'm sorry about this sweetie", "I'm certain" I buried my fears and smiled.

"I should be back by four, please stay safe and I love you" my mom kissed my forehead, sending shivers down my spine at the memory of Noah doing that last as she scurried out of the house.

I hadn't even noticed her in her work clothes, maybe I was a little more preoccupied with my thoughts than I originally assumed. Soon enough, I was left alone, defenseless with nothing but a plate of eggs and my racing heart.

The numbness had been lifted and in its place was adrenaline from every little noise I heard. Trying to focus on the movie, I snuggled into my blanket. I jumped out of my skin at the massive bang that rang throughout the house.

Clutching the handle of the knife I had equipped myself with, I did what any sane person would and locked myself in the downstairs bathroom,

holding my breath as footsteps sounded from the upstairs hallway.

Oh god, this was a bad idea, a very bad idea. I didn't expect him to act so soon or to be so accurate in his timing. "You're okay" I quietly chanted over and over again while squeezing my eyes shut.

My grip on the knife handle had become painful but I wasn't about to loosen it anytime soon. The footsteps increased in volume, convincing me I wasn't just being paranoid.

Rummaging through my pockets I felt my hands shake at the realisation my phone was still out there on the couch. "Crap, crap, crap" tears stung my eyes painfully as my erratic heartbeat just seemed to get faster.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine

Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

Nothing's gonna take you from my side"

My skin felt like ice when I heard it. He was gently singing, not just any song, it was the song we played on our first official date. The lump lodged in my throat made it painful to swallow just like how the pit in my stomach made it hard to stand up straight.

Focusing on my unsteady breath I tried to drone out the approaching sound, I needed a distraction, anything, I'd even use the feeling of the knife in my hands albeit the death grip was causing my hands to cramp.

A high pitched scream left my lips as my body jumped into the air at the loud bang of the bathroom door I was seeking refuge in. "Ah found you little bug" he chuckled, twisting the door knob back and forward.

Pressing into the sink, the furthest point from the door, I readied myself, bringing the knife up in front of me which shook in the air from my lack of composure in such a situation.

"Embry, darling, open the door" his voice pleaded, it sounded dangerous, the tone was enough to have my stomach feel like it's insides were being ripped apart.

"Open the GODDAMN DOOR EMBRY" his voice suddenly became violent and sobs racked through my body.

It was easy to assume he was throwing his body against the door as the wood began to splinter, sending my hysterics to another level. "No, no, no please" I begged, scrunching my eyes closed tight hoping to disappear.

My cries were desperate as the door came crashing down, my heart painfully throbbing in my chest at the crazed eyes that met mine. Bracing myself, I charged at him with the knife, praying I didn't kill anybody because I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt.

I screamed out as my wrist was grabbed and bended unnaturally, "drop the knife and I won't break your wrist" he seethed, his long fingers encasing my small wrist. Dropping the knife with a pained breath, I clutched my hand to my chest as he released my bruised bone.

Taking one look at his sadistic smirk, I knew I had no choice but to fight, it wouldn't play out like last night did. Running for the door, I fumbled with the handle, it was locked and the key had been taken.

"No, no, no, god please no" I whimpered as his slow taunting footsteps got closer. Making a go for the back door, I let the tears blur my vision when I came to the same result as I did with the front door.

"Why are you being so difficult, princess, huh?" he breathed out, merely cm's behind me as I pushed the front of my body into the door, trying to create as much space between us as I could.

Grabbing my waist he forcefully turned me to face him, "you should know better than anyone, there's no point in trying to avoid the inevitable" his smile was mocking. I couldn't do anything but ferociously shake my head no as my sobs rang out throughout the house.

"Eh eh eh, no more fighting me" he harshly shoved me against the door, restraining my flailing arms in his hands. I knew I was running out of time, and I was too panic stricken to think of anything rationally so I let my instincts take over and kneed him between the legs.

With a grunt he stumbled backwards, giving me space to run, and so that's what I did, I sprinted to the couch to get my phone. Flipping through cushions my chest became restricted as I realised it wasn't here anymore.

I jumped in panic as he stood in the doorway, his face full of anger as he snarled at me. Backing up slowly I looked around for a weapon, too distracted I didn't notice as he lunged at me.

Struggling under his body weight on the floor, I froze at the sight of the needle. "No, no, Noah, please I don't like needles, please don't" I screamed out, desperate to be away from that object. Finally overpowering me, I laid limply underneath him, my eyes wide with fear.

"Shh, I know, I know, but I don't have a choice so stay still" he soothed, patting down my hair as he prepped my arm to be stabbed. "Please, stop, stop" I begged, trying to wiggle my hips out from underneath him. My face drowning with my fearful tears.

"I'm sorry baby."

And with those three words everything went dark.

Groaning, I flipped onto my side, trying desperately to re-escape into the peace of my dreamland. "Embry baby, wake up, we are almost at the house", the sound of his voice was enough to have me wide eyed sitting up.

Studying my surroundings, I felt my chest constrict as I realised I was in the back of a moving car, there was nothing to see but trees surrounding us as the car sped along the road. We were far away from the city, that much was certain.

Rubbing the tiredness from my eyes I became aware of the ropes scratching against my wrists. "I know the rope isn't the most convenient but I didn't want to take any chances" he sheepishly smiled to himself, continuing to study me through the rearview mirror. "Where are we" my voice was low and scratchy, my swallow dry telling me it had been awhile since I last drank anything.

"Far away from your house, we should be there soon" catching his eye in the rear view mirror. I was too groggy and tired to even shy away from his heavy stare. You'd think someone who was so fascinated with me would know how terrible of an idea it is to approach me when I've just woken up as I'm a cranky tired person.

Letting my shoulders drop I grimaced at the small ache in my right upper arm. "You used a needle on me" I spat out venomously before I could even think. "I didn't have a choi-" cutting him off I let my anger take over.

"You knew I was scared of them, how could you?" my voice was raw with pain as tears of frustration built up in my eyes. Shooting daggers at his gaze in the mirror I scowled at him.

"I did miss how cute you were when you were tired" he chuckled as I let my jaw drop. Turning my head away I felt my nerves light up with annoyance towards him.

"Awh don't be mad at me baby" he playfully pouted. "Don't. Call. me. That" I seethed. He quirked his eyebrow up at my response, clearly amused, "call you what?" innocently shrugging he focused back on the road.

"All your disgusting pet names, you douche" tugging at the ropes around my wrist harshly I bit back the whimpers of pain from it cutting into my skin.

"I don't appreciate your attitude, Embry" his voice losing the traces of humour it previously held. "I don't appreciate you kidnapping me, Noah" I retorted already sick of looking at his stupid face.

I yelped as the car swerved to a stop and before I could blink the car door beside me was yanked open. "I dare you to repeat what you just said" he clamped his hand on my jaw, forcing my eyes up to his as he loomed over my shaking frame.

All tiredness disappeared from my body as fear took its place, "that's what I thought, and I didn't kidnap you, I simply took back what was rightfully mine" his jaw ticked in anger as his fingers bruised my pale skin.

"Now, are you going to stop being a brat or do I have to use another needle" he threatened as I whimpered at the mention of a needle.

"No, I-I'm sorry, I was, I was just tired, I'm so-sorry" I sobbed, praying for him to accept the apology and go back to driving.

"You'll be even more sorry if you don't start behaving" studying me face he threw me back against the seat returning to in front of the wheel.

Too petrified to meet his traumatising gaze in the mirror, I heard a sigh of defeat from his direction. "Look, Embry, I don't want to have to be harsh, I don't want to hurt you but you need to do what I say" he frowned.

One of those frowns that almost had me guilty for going against him, the key word being almost. Sulking in the back seat I glued my eyes on the road hoping to see another car come along.

My new formed plan was to jump out of the moving vehicle at the sight of one so they would save me from this monster.

Sitting up I curiously peered over his shoulder as we drove up to a secluded house surrounded by forests. There goes my new plan anyway.

Forests I usually would have been eager to explore, now I cursed their existence because they would make my escape much harder.

"Here we are" he beamed exiting the car. Scooting over to the other side of the car I pushed myself as far away from his reaching arms as I could. Shooting a stern glare my way I froze as his hands finally grabbed a hold of me.

Gazing around the area I couldn't help but admire how beautiful the surrounding garden was, it held large patches of almost every flower one could think of. "I know how much you love nature, so I made sure the garden was nice" he smiled proudly, as if I'd be grateful to him for doing this.

His grip tightened painfully as my breath hitched, "what do we say Embry" he gritted his teeth. "T-thank, thank you" I whimpered, his touch burning my skin.

Pushing open the door, I was taken aback by how beautiful the interior was. In front of me, I could see the sitting room area, it was an open space, consisting of a tv, two couches, an armchair along with shelves and a table. To the right of the sitting room I could peer into the kitchen, the island stools were in the sitting room area and the island allowed me to admire the grey countertops.

Across the room to the left I could see grand wooden stairs, leading up to an upstairs hallway. While the sitting room split into at least two different hallways I couldn't see anything beyond that.

"What do you think?" he smiled down, having picked up on the fact I was gawking at the beauty of the house. "It-it's nice" I mumbled, my legs unconsciously stepping towards the shelves diagonal to me. The Tv was mounted in the center with an electric fireplace just below, on either sides sat the shelves that had encaptured my interest.

They were massive, one side held books upon books, while the other side held DVDs, CDs and vinyl records. Gently brushing my fingers against the pocket of the vinyl records I quietly cursed him for knowing I had always wanted a vinyl player and records.

Turning from my place I noticed the small side table against the wall that held the vinyl player, it was beautiful. A shiny black record player standing proudly, not a speck of dust daring to come in contact with it.

"I knew you'd love it", feeling his breath caress the back of my neck and hearing his voice so close I jumped in fright. How did he make it across the room so silently, reprimanding myself for dropping my guard to gaze over some silly thing I balled my fists. I didn't want to anger him, not when he seemed calm but I still couldn't help but feel agitated at his constant civility with me.

He had to have known this was wrong, right? "N-noah, it's, this, it's r-really nice but I-I can't stay here" I bit the inside of my cheek, a bad habit I had developed when I was anxious.

My body was forcefully spun to face his as I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden movement. "And why not princess, huh?" he taunted, his lip curling upwards with menace.

Trying to even look into his eyes made me want to pee myself, I couldn't recall him being this terrifying before. "I-I, well, I-I" my throat felt like it was closing in, his stare was too heavy and I felt too bare underneath such a watchful eye.

"What was that, I didn't quite catch it" he jeered, it was clear he enjoyed mocking and scaring me by the amusement that swirled within his brown eyes. I felt the tears stinging at my own eyes as my mind rampaged around to find something to say.

"I want to go home" I sobbed, unable to hold myself together. My uneven breathing hitched as he gripped my hair, forcing my head against his while also tugging painfully at my scalp. "This is your home now, you aren't allowed to leave EVER" I flinched at the raise of his voice at the end.

"O-okay" I breathed out trying to get my cries under control, while balancing on my tippy toes trying to release some of the pressure from my scalp. "Now, would you like to see your room" he slowly released his grip from my hair as I rubbed the throbbing area.

Nodding, I winced at his fiery glare and quickly fixed my mistake by murmuring out a vocal answer. Seeming satisfied enough, I followed him up the stairs, my sobs having turned into sniffles now that I wasn't under immediate threat from him.

The stairs creaked every couple of steps, that would make it harder for me to escape without drawing attention to myself. The hallways were mostly bland with a few framed pieces of landscape art every now and then.

The room was simple enough to navigate to, walk up the stairs, take the hallway down till the end, and then go left, it's the second door on the left.

Trailing behind him I admired the simplicity of the room. I knew I'd need to appreciate it because I would be hiding myself in here as often as I could. The room held a double bed on the left, to one side of the bed was a nightstand and the other was an oak chest of drawers. Adjacent to the door, where I was standing was a window seat, the only thing in view was the never ending forest.

To my right stood a door, and beside that an oak wardrobe that matched the chest of drawers. Hidden between the wardrobe and wall sat a small desk with shelves towering above it.

Hesitant to follow Noah as he opened the mystery door, my curiosity got the best of me and I was led into a bathroom. It held a shower, sink, and toilet. It was spacious enough, giving it a comfortable atmosphere. Sneaking a look at the door I silently thanked the heavens there was a lock on the door.

My skin burned with the feeling of helplessness as I followed him back to the center of the room. I could attack him and run but I knew the ropes would restrict my movement, along with the fact he was physically stronger than me by a lot. I also had no clue where we were and I wouldn't be able to navigate very well through the trees.

I could steal his car keys but I would have to be in close proximity to him for more than two seconds and that was too risky for me. I wasn't a very fast runner and my stamina was next to zero. I also knew I couldn't risk upsetting him because he was capable of horrifying things that I didn't want to think about.

So for now I'd just go along with his plan and try not pee him off too much and then when the right time comes, I'll strike and get him sent back to prison. Very, very, far away from me.

"Why don't you shower, and then I'll come get you for dinner in a bit and Embry, for your own benefit, don't try to escape you won't get very far and I can make things so much worse for you" he warned, heading towards the door.

Having an internal debate on whether to ask him or not I finally spoke, "Wait, c-could you take the ro-ropes off p-please" I kept my head down, too fearful of what his next move might be. Taking your eyes off of the opponent may not be the brightest idea but it was a lot less scary than holding his stare.

"Of course baby, as I said I want you to be comfortable, it's your home now too" he explained, grabbing a pocket knife from his pant's pocket and tearing through the rope.

Letting out a sigh of relief I rubbed the raw skin on my wrists. I grimaced as his lips gently pecked my forehead, and surprisingly it gave me the confidence to speak up again. Something I would soon regret.

"They are g-going to be look-looking for me" I stated, regrettably meeting his eyes. They had a dark eerie tone to them as his face remained stoic.

"No they aren't" his voice wasn't boastful or full of pride like I expected, instead it was closer to monotonous, "why not?" I whispered confused, I didn't expect him to hear and reply but he did.

"They think you killed yourself" and with that he left.