Chapter 68 CHAPTER 070
Our classmates might not believe this if I told them. He was able to deceive Ashley for fuck's sake. My best friend. People in his everyday life who have not witnessed this part of him wouldn't believe it.
"Well fuck. Open your mouth." Tyler says and pours the lukewarm content of the bottle on my face, I don't have a choice other than to open my mouth else the water goes down my nose. His face has a maniacal glint to it as he watches me struggle with drinking the water pouring down my face. It is all I can do to not cry.
It is over in a moment. I swallow the water and surprisingly, feel better. If only by a fraction. Tyler walks away and I remember Ashley behind me.
"Wait, please. Ashley. She needs it." I am unable to say more. I guess I am still numb but he stops and looks back at me. He looks past me and scoffs. He walks off to the window and drops the bottle of water so it spills. I watch this with a crazed kind of terror. I am mad at Ashley and all, but I know she is in a worse condition than me back there. I can't see her but her silence since Tyler walked in is chilling. It scares me. Is she okay? What did Tyler do to her? Oh God.
"The bitch will be fine." Tyler sneers, he walks back to me, dragging a chair that I can't tell where it came from. I still can't make out the dimensions of the room I am in. It is dark and I am in a state of shock. I am confused and can't understand most things except for the fact that I am in danger.
"Tyler." I whisper. I pause to collect my thoughts, he watches me eagerly. He wants to talk, all he needs is for me to prompt him. But I don't know how this works. What if he just gets angrier and hurts me?
"Yes?" He urges, he has a sick smile on his face. I can't believe I used to think he was handsome in an innocent and harmless way. That was how he drew people to himself. He presents himself as this harmless chill guy who makes people feel comfortable in their skin.
"Why are you doing this?" I try to free my binds, the cords just eat deeper into my wrists, I feel the wetness of my blood dripping from the wound and I stop. It is useless. I am not getting out of these if Tyler doesn't want me to. I don't mind cutting through my wrists to get out of them but the pain is mind numbing. I guess I am just not desperate enough, yet.
"Great question!" He says with infused enthusiasm, his eyes twinkle in the darkness and my mouth goes dry again. I don't think I have ever been this scared in my life. Even on the night of my mother's funeral, when the fact that I was now an orphan hit me hard and I sobbed against Linc's chest.
"I am going to start this story from the very beginning. Don't worry, we have got all night, Amelia. Nobody is coming to save you."
"How do you know that?" I am less interested in his self righteous psychotic reason for doing this to me, compared to how interested I am in how he is so sure nobody would save me. I wonder what Linc is doing right now. He would be so mad at me for leaving the house.
I feel sorry for Creed, I hope he is able to keep his job at least. Oh God. Linc would be deathly worried. I wonder if Hernandez got any kind of leads on Tyler. I can't bring myself to believe that I would really not be rescued. It is too much. I have come so far for this to just be it. I can't die here. This can't be the end.
"Linc might very well be on his way here, wherever here is, right now." I add desperately. My voice cracks. It is hard to pretend like I actually believe that.
"Oh darling, he is not." Tyler says in mock sympathy. It makes my skin crawl.
"You didn't call him for the ransom? Isn't that why you are doing this? For the money?" I try to look behind me, Ashley has been quiet since he walked in. It is suspicious and scary. I can only hope she is alright. This feels like a nightmare. It can't be real.
How did I go from the bliss of last night with Linc to this? I don't even know what time it is or if it is still the same day. Everything is merged together weirdly in my brain. I am having a hard time reconciling my reality with what is in front of me. I am afraid he might have hit me too hard in the head.
"You have not been listening to me. I hate not being heard." Tyler snarls, he leans forward, his face close to mine, his breath is hot in my face, I try not to wince or show my dread but it is futile. He can read my fear on my face like a map.
"I am sorry, I was." I whisper under my breath, I don't know if he heard it or not, but he draws back a hand and before I can even think, Tyler strikes me hard across the face with his fist.