The Wounded Love novel Chapter 70

"Ok, well don't come crying to me when you feel like you're going to pass out." I already felt like that.

"Go to hell." I managed to get out. "I don't know or care what you want. I do know that you're not gonna get away with it." I've shot a gun before. I shot the boss of the Italian Mafia. Nick would be a piece of cake.

"My plan isn't to hurt you, Skyla." Nick's voice was gentle. He sounded like he cared. Obviously it was an act.

"Well then explain what this stuff is." I touched the dry blood on my side. "If I remember correctly you were the one who told him to shoot me. Explain why my jaw is sore."

"I didn't hurt you."

"But you told him to." My voice was thick.

"You deserved it." Nick said.

"Go f@ck yourself." I rolled back over and closed my eyes. I was going to get out of here. I needed to get out of here, but I needed to rest first.

"And I'll be thinking of you the whole time." Nick said as he walked out the door.

I didn't allow myself to acknowledge my past relationship with this man. It made me sick.

I was thirsty, sweaty, and sticky.

Even though I knew I didn't have it I checked anyways. My phone. I needed to call someone. No one knew I was here. How was I supposed to get out? Where was I? What if Nick shipped us all the way to China?

So I forced myself out of bed. The room was huge. This was a pretty nice place to be after getting kidnapped.

I walked into the bathroom that was in the ginormous room. The bathroom was pretty nice too. The shower was huge.

I took a quick shower, and then drank water from the sink. I was desperate for something to drink but wasn't about to let Nick win.

The only problem was that I had no clean clothes. I would have to put on the same dress I was wearing. The dress that was stained with blood.

I tightly wrapped a towel around myself and decided to check the draws for something to wear. I found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. They were for girls, but they were way too big for me. I put them on anyways.

"Why are you here?" I asked Angela.

"How did you get here?" She asked. "He forced me over here. He thought I would tell on him. I've been here for three weeks now. He makes me clean and cook. I'm a f@cking maid."

I was beginning to trust her. It made sense. "We need to get out of here." I said. "How are we going to do that?"

"We can't, Skyla. This house is in the middle of nowhere. Even if we manage to escape they'll find us. There's nothing around here for miles.

"Well that's better than staying here. We need to try. I can't cook and clean forever. Eventually they are going to do something to us. We aren't here just to be here."

"I'll help, but I can't assure you that it'll work. These men aren't afraid to hurt you, even though you probably already figured that out." She said, looking at my bruised face.

"I trust you." I said. "I believe what you're saying. It makes sense."

"Thanks. And I'm really sorry. Can we start over?" She asked. "After we get out of here?"