Believe Me

Zaria

I open my eye trying to adjust my eyes. I try to move but was unable to. I look around and see my hands were tied up. I look around and see that I was in a basement of some sort. Memories of everything flowed back to my head. Marcus. I hate Marcus Lewis, he use to be Amir's friend back in the day. We all use to live in the same neighborhood. He was three years older than me like Amir. He use to have a crush on me and I was in eighth grade. I never liked him. Once Amir found out his 17 year old friend had a crush on his 14 year old sister they stopped being friends.

After their friendship ended Marcus became more obsessive. He would come to my school and tried give me rides home. I ran away from him, he decided to chase me with his car this one time. I was no match for a four wheeler. He tried to kidnap me but my brother was suppose to pick me up and he caught Marcus and beat the crap out of him and threatened to call the cops. Marcus disappeared for years and now he's back and did kidnap me.

The door opens and he appears. My heart began to beat faster. He walks towards me. He was close and I was unable to move because I was tied to a pole. He stares at me. "I've been looking for you for years... now your brother can't get in our way. We are meant to be together," he smiles. "Now I don't seem like a pervert... we are both adults," he chuckles to himself. "What do you want from me?" I question rising my eyebrows. "I love you and have all these years... I know you feel the same, you always did, just didn't understand your own feelings," he says nodding his head. I stare at him "I never felt that way about you and never will... I'm married," I tell him. He breaks out laughing "you're brother will never allow you to get you married," he says. "But we will be married soon," he smiles too proud of myself. "No we are not," I say rolling my eyes.

He traces his finger on my face and then touches my lips. I kick him in his area since my feet weren't tied. He kneels down in pain holding his area. He gets up and slaps me. It burned as tears roll down my face. "you b**** next time it'll be a fist to your face," he says. "Let me go," I cry out. "You belong to me and I'm never letting you go," he says staring at me he says slamming my head on the pole, pain goes through my head. "We'll be husband and wife and have kids and no one will ever come between us," he says. I shake my head "never," I say. He stares at me "you will love me do you understand that," he smirks trying to choke me. I spit in his face, he lets go, "I will never like a douchebag like you," I smirk. He wipes his face and another slap comes to my face. It was worse than the first since he hit the same spot. I bite my lips trying to stay strong but my tears flooded my face. He walks off "Don't ever do that s*** again you little b****" he says locking the door as he exits.

My head was spinning and it was so painful. I end up blocking out. I open my eyes realizing where I was. Tears fill my eyes as the pain in my head became stronger. I take a deep breath felt blood on my face but I couldn't move.

Xavier must be looking for me. He has to be. It is starting to get cold and I was hungry and have to pee. This is going to be a long night."Oh Allah please protect me from any more harm and please let Xavier find me. Oh Allah please don't let anything bad happen to me. Ameen," I pray. Inshallah Allah will help me through this. I take a deep breath. I just need a bathroom, I cross my leg. It would be so much easier to hold it if I were sitting but no I just have to be standing. I try to sit down and pull my hand down the pole. I finally managed to. I cross my leg again. Marcus comes back after a couple of hours.

He puts down a tray of food in front of me. I look up at him. " Can I use the toilet?" I question. "I"m not stupid," he says. "I'm so serious I have to go," I tell him. "Eat," he says. "I'm not hungry... I have to use the toilet," I tell him. He takes a deep breath and unties me. I grabs my arms behind me. "Don't try to play any games... I'll shoot you," he says pulling out a gun and holds it to my head as we walk to the bathroom. "I need privacy," I tell him. He stares at me suspiciously. He finally lets in and allows me to go in. I use it and look around for a bathroom. I take a deep breath not seeing one. "Time's up," He kicks the door open. Luckily I was already done, it would be wrong if he opened it and I wasn't done. I hear footsteps. My eyes grows bigger. I try to make a run for it but Marcus grabs me and hits me with the butt of the gun. I felt blood running down my face and then he covers my mouth with his giant hand. He drags me up to the roof. The wind was blowing hard and it was already night. He ties rag on my mouth to try to keep me from screaming.

The rooftop door is kicked open and Marcus holds his gun to my head but the edge of the roof.