The Gotham Queen

Chapter 19

Not really wanting him to ruin my one day off, I take off racing across the mall, grabbing my purse along the way. How the hell did he even find me?! I duck under arms and jump over people as I run, my adrenaline kicking in and mixing with my fear. I even cartwheel over a man that's kneeled over and tying his shoe, using his back to hold myself up at I flip over him.

I race out of the mall, and now that I'm outside the loud noises inside, I can hear Kyle running after me. His footsteps are getting closer and closer, which is unfair seeing as his legs are longer than mine. I make it to my car, but as I stop to yank the door open, his body slams into mine. My body goes forward, and I knock my head of my car window as my body crashes into the side of my car.

I yelp at the pain, and Kyle is quick to pin me to my car to stop me from running off again. I wiggle around in his grip, trying to desperately get out of it as I scan the parking lot in hopes of seeing at least one person. However, the lot is bare of anyone else which is really fucking convenient for Kyle seeing as there were a few people out here that I had passed when I was running.

"Stupid move, whore." Kyle snaps and jerks me in place, causing my head to jerk around and hit my window again with a smack. It doesn't help that the cold air is freezing my skin and making it sting every time it touches the cold metal of my car. "You should know better than to run from your master."

"You will never be my master." I growl at him as I keep trying to fight him off. After talking with Ivy, I've started to realize that I'm not weak or pathetic. That Kyle and my father have beaten that into my head, literally. That everything they've taught me to believe is wrong, and that I need to fight back. I have to break out or die trying, or they will actually end up killing me. I'd rather die by fighting back than just bending to their every whim.

Kyle backhands me, and I jerk to the side, my body falling onto the blacktop. I groan at the pain in the side of my face as the blacktop scraps at my skin, causing small drops of blood to drip down my skin.

I don't even have a chance to get up as Kyle jerks me up off the ground. He started to drag and pull me back towards the mall, and I start to yank and pull at my arm to try to get away. I'll leave the fucking car and my purse behind, which had fallen to the ground with me, if it just means I get away. I can come back for them later.

Kyle drags me through the food court, and I desperately try to get people's attention. However, I forget that this is Gotham, and no one actually gives a shit about other people. In fact, people are going out of their way to avoid Kyle and me, almost like we have the plague or something.

Kyle continues to drag me past the theater and towards the bathrooms. When I realize that he's going to lock me inside a bathroom with him, I start to yank on my arm more. I plant my feet and throw my body back as I try desperately to at least slow him down. He jerks his arm forward, which causes my body to jerk with it and I fall to the floor. He doesn't even let me get up as I'm dragged along the floor.

I'm hyperventilating by this point, my breath getting harder and harder to control as my fear and anxiety reach their limits. I can feel myself about to get physically sick because of how terrified I am of him and what he's going to do.

He throws me inside one of the large family bathrooms that mothers usually take their children to, and he follows in calmly, locking the door behind him. I fumble and stumble as I drag myself backwards as far from him as I could go, tears falling down my eyes rapidly.

"K-Kyle. Don't. Please." Is all I can manage to get out around the breath stealing anxiety and sickening fear. Kyle snickers at the sight of me, then smirks that same twisted smirk that haunts me day and night. The same smirk that chases me in my nightmare and has me looking over my shoulder any time I'm awake.