Alone

Chapter 45

elizabeth's pov

Regaining consciousness was probably the worst thing I did. The blinding pain seared through my entire body leaving me paralyzed.

I let myself lay on the rock-hard bed as I allowed my body get used to the pain. The ache in my body was almost as bad as my ignorance to my surroundings.

No, no. It wasn't that bad, after all it was my fucking negligence that got me in this situation, for which I took every precaution to avoid.

After some self-reprimanding, I decided to get up and see where I was. After much effort, once I was seated, my hand instinctively reached out to touch the back of my head where I had been hit. I winced on touching the spot which was covered with blood. 

Great, I had a head wound and it was not like I was going to get help anytime soon.

The room was cloaked in pitch-black darkness, I couldn't even see my hands. I struggled to get up from the rock that I laid on, my limbs protesting in pain as I did. Planting my bare feet on the cold floor, I held my head to stop the shooting pains that hit me when I moved.

I felt woozy, but it seemed as if I hadn't lost a lot of blood as I felt the around the bed. 

I could feel a panic attack coming in full force. To try and stop the inevitable from happening, I decided to inspect the room.

Standing up slowly, I felt around for the walls and once I found it, I used that to guide me.

I came upon a door, grasping the doorknob, I twisted it and just like I had expected, it was locked. It was getting difficult to breathe, my heart beating loudly in my chest and the ringing in my ears increasing with every passing second.

Not even a sliver of light to guide me, I relied on the walls and searched for any window. After going around the room multiple times, I gave up and retraced my steps back to the bed.

The feeling of panic quickly overcame the rest of my emotions. Knowing that this was inescapable, I still couldn't stop the sinking feeling in my chest.

There were nights when I laid awake knowing that one day he would find me and drag me back. I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

I did everything I could to keep myself safe, but he still got to me. Maybe I was destined to live like this because as much as I tried to run away from it, it always caught up to me.

It seemed like I was kept in a basement because there were no windows. The door was quite sturdy and in my state I wouldn't be able to even shake it which meant that I would have to wait for him to show up.

That was my only chance to escape; by coming face to face with him.

The heavy weight on my chest threatened to crush me as I lay back on the bed, the feeling of hopelessness shattering my resolve of being strong.

My mind was slipping back into that pit of darkness I had fought so hard to stay out of. No matter how hard I tried to crawl out of that bottomless pit, it just pulled me back harder and this time there would be no one to help me.

No Grace, no Jacob or Caleb and not even Christian. 

Greyson's eyes popped up in my head, followed by his beautiful face.

"Don't give up, Eli."

The alluring face was torn apart as I opened my eyes. I didn't even realize that they were closed.

Getting up from the rock, I took a seat on the floor. Resting my head on the wall, I brought my legs up to my chest as I stared into the darkness and waited.

*flashback*

"Please, let me out. Please." I pleaded through the rickety door with tears staining my hollow cheeks, my bare knees scraping against the rough floor which drew out blood, but that was the least of my concerns.

My dainty fists hit the door as I begged again, knowing that what I was doing would only result in me getting thrashed, but I didn't care anymore. The door swung open with so much force that I thought it would fall right off it's hinges. Angry and bloodshot eyes glared at me as I retreated to the corner of the room, hoping the floor would swallow me up.

He had a smirk on face as if he knew that all my attempts of escaping would miserably fail, unless it was over his dead body. He didn't enter the room like I had excepted him to, he just stood at the entrance looking at me while I stared at the floor, my body trembling in fear as I held myself.

"You know little Alex; I could kill you for trying to even think of escaping." I flinched at what he said. "I know it was that bitch that put the idea into your head, but don't you worry it's all taken care of." 

My head whipped up to look at him, "What did you do to her?"

The sudden courage that burst through me immediately vanished when I saw that evil glint in his eyes, but I still didn't divert my eyes.

"Watch your fucking mouth. Next time you even think of trying to run away, I will slit your throat."

It was a promise, and I was well aware that he would actually carry out the threat if I did try to escape again. He walked away from there, leaving the door wide open, mocking my attempts at trying to escape.

I sat in the corner shaking with fear, staring at my only chance at freedom.

I sat there until my body turned numb, and even then I didn't lift a finger. I sat there until I drifted off to sleep only to be awoken when I felt something cold grip my wrist. He had bound my hand to the bedframe.

"This is just the beginning of your punishment for trying to escape." He said with a malicious grin on his face as tears streamed down my face.

And as he said, that was just the beginning.

*end of flashback*

I awoke to the sound of the door opening. My clothes drenched in sweat and my body shaking from the aftermath of the nightmare. I balled my hands into a fist to stop them from quivering as my lungs struggled for air. Taking in deep breaths, I was oblivious to presence of someone watching me.

"Well, well. Little Alex, we meet again."