No Thanks, I Don't Date Possessive Billionaires (Book 2)

Miss. Captured

All the chapters in this book is unedited, read at your own risk.

     There's one thing I know about life for sure and that it isn't fair to the people who are kind. It force out the evil in good, but now it's our choice to choose whether we want to go to the right or left. No, I'm not talking about myself. My dad, step dad, right here used to be a man of innocent I'm sure. Until something breaks him, turning him into a monster in the dark. There's no doubt in my mind that every evil needs to be punish, I'm not justifying the evildoers. I think my dad deserve every harsh punishment in this world, because with no doubt what he have done to me is nowhere near innocent. But it was un imaginable how he used to be an innocent little boy.

  As I was tied up on the basement of my own house, I tried to focus my eyes on the small lights illuminating on the opposite side of the wall. The back of my head was hammering like a wrecking ball and I groaned in protest. My hands were hurting, like it's been slice and my legs were numb as I've been in the same position for God knows how many days. I would say I've been here for 5 days or more. I could no longer tell the days and time and I have slowly given up. Jesse was not coming, Is he even trying?  I thought.

The day of the capture

"Might as well kill him boss," Zeke said infuriated by the fact that we left Jesse handcuff and alive, "I could go back and do it in a second."

"Just shut up and drive,"

My dad slapped the back of Zeke's head and the other guy who I learned to be called  "An" laugh hysterically. Then it was his turned to be slapped. They both focus on the road once more, leaving my dad to concentrate on me. He watches me nonstop.

I look away from the three of them and watched as we passed the city of New York. I concentrate on every building I know and tried to fuel back the memories of each and every one of them. This could be the last time I see this buildings ever again. Trying to ignore my dad's glare that is creating a burning hole on the side of my head. Even though I silently pray Jesse will get me, deep down I know I shouldn't get my hopes up. As we get further away from the city by the hour the more I sink into a deep pool of hopelessness and captivity.

"Wake up," An called as he shook me off from my sleep. I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness in the car. I was processing this quite hard. He shook me once more and pulled me out of the car with quite a painful tug. "Don't make this harder for me!"

"Look I just woke up and you expect me to get on cheery and brawny for you?"

Trust me that wasn't the tone he wanted to hear. I'm the one who just woke up from hours of sleep and yet he was the grumpy one. Unbelievable! These crazy psychotics were seriously sick. He put his hard palm on the skin of my cheek and I was forced to the ground with a painful handprint. With my hand being cuffed, it was already hard enough for me to prevent from falling less painfully, but it was hard to stand up too when one of the crazy motherfucker told me to hurry up. An end up pulling me up by my shirt and force me into the familiar, but not quite the same looking house. I abruptly realized I was home, not really certain of it at the same time, just without the actual feeling of being at home if you know what I mean.

The two men lead me into the basement and tied me up to a nearby pole. Nothing has changed from the interior design and it brought me overfamiliar feelings of fear. I shuddered at the coldness of the house and I wished that they let me changed before I got captured. I tried not to think about the temperature and focus on how I'm going to survive.

  "Welcome home." I could hear my dad's whisper somewhere in the dark and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Make yourself feel at home, since you'll be here for a while."