If By Chance

17

"A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.
I was praying that you and me might end up together."
A drop in the ocean- Ron Pope

Jordan's P.O.V.

I can't sleep. My mind wanders around to different thoughts easier than it ever has. I look down at the cuts they've given me. Some healing nicely and some very fresh. The only constant thing right now are the cuts. Everyday, one tally. I have to get out.

The bath I had really did help. But it took a worse turn when I tried to leave. There was a small window that I knew would be hard to squeeze my body through but I had to try. I opened it as much as I could. Giving me about a five inch gap to crawl through. I look down expecting a roof or some thing to help but nothing. Just a straight drop. At that moment I thought "If I die oh well." Then I heard the door unlock. Quickly I squeezed my head back through the window, turning to face the door fast. One of Rodriguez's men open the white painted door. My heart pounds in my throat.

"What's going on in here?" His face shows how aggravated he is. I look at the window then back to him.

"I just needed some air." I mumbled not making eye contacts a smirk grows across his face. Slowly, he strutted towards me. Looking me up and down a faint snicker pressed through his lips.

"I won't tell Rodriguez you tried to escape."

"Thank you" I repeated at least five times.

"If you do something for me. I'm going to let you take your bath now, but I'm not leaving the room." I make eye contact. His eyes so dark I can see my reflection. A mix of lust and entertainment shines through his black orbs. I know there's more but I'm afraid to ask. I do as I'm told and slide into the warm bath water. He watches every move I make. His eyes trace my hands as I wash my body. By wash, I mean scrub. As hard as I can, I scrub every inch, head to toe. Hoping that all their finger prints would be gone. Their touch would vanish.

His breathing becomes eradicated. I do a side glance and see what his issue is. His hand is pressed down on his pants. It moves in circles in an increasing speed. Some swear words are muttered as I'm assuming he grows closer.

A knock interrupts him. Anger forming, he stands fixing himself to make the bulge less noticeable. He looks at me one last time.

"This isn't over. Maybe you can even help me later. That is if you want to keep your escape plan a secret."

With that he walks out of the room, allowing Rodriguez in. He hands me a tee shirt and sweats. With that I'm heading back into my room.

The thought of everything that happened yesterday during bath time makes me shiver. I still haven't seen the tub man whom I haven't learned a name for yet. I figure he'll be down and some point to "check" on me.

I wish Bailey would just come.

Or really anyone for that matter.

At this point I feel like I have lost all hope. Each day gets longer and more painful. I don't know how to explain it but each day that goes by the more angry I get towards bailey. I understand this wasn't his fault but how can I not blame him? Without him I wouldn't be here. If I listened to everyone about getting involved with him I wouldn't be here. This isn't fair. I had my life together. Well as together as it could be for being my age.

I want to hate him. With every part of me for putting me in danger.

Tears leave my eyes without any warning. Slowly, drop by drop, my tears fall onto the blanket.

Keys in the knob catch my attention. I watch it twist almost as if it was in slow motion. My mind aches to know who is behind it. It creeks open and anticipation fills my body.

"Hey darlin' you up?" My heart stops. His face shows through the doorway. His eyes still as black as night. He's in the same black tee shirt and blue jeans as the last time I saw him. A light five o'clock shadow is etched on his jaw. He stands about six foot one. Although I don't know his name, his demeanor hasn't changed from yesterday.

"You remember the deal?" More tears threaten to release. I can't look at him. I can feel his eyes burning into me. I don't want this. My mind wanders around over what he might make me do. His eyes are still on me, refusing to lose sight of me. In one swift motion he grabs me, yanking me into my feet. I yelp due to the pain of his touch. He holds tightly onto my arms. Every cut and bruise aches.

One arm wraps around my back and his other hand goes to my hair. He gives it a slight pull shifting my head to one side. Then to the opposite.

"They really did a number on you, huh?" A dark chuckle follows this question. I look at him in shock. He likes this. How can someone get such a kick out of this? It's sick.

"Get down." I stare at him. Hand still in my hair, he stares back.

"What bitch? You want me to tell? Get the fuck down!" I, again, don't obey. He waits about five seconds then, by my hair, he throws me into the wall. I hit the floor and cry out. My screams getting louder with each "help me". He gets on top and places his hand over my mouth. Tears continue to spill out. His other hand fiddles with my body.

This is by far the worst one. My eyes are slowly becoming dark. Everything's getting blurry. I have to stay awake. I absolutely have to. I try to fight back. Which honestly was nothing. I have no energy to fight anymore. His hand dives deeper, tugging the waste band of the sweats I was given today. Lifeless sobs escape my mouth. In what seems like no time his hand finds its way into them.

I can't do this anymore.

"I told you I'd be back. Why are you acting up now?" His face inches from mine. The smell of alcohol is so over powering it's gagging me.

I didn't answer. Which really only mad him more mad. Quick in one swift motion he has my pants off. His breath gets caught in the back of his throat making him cough directly into my face.

Still, I scream for help knowing I wouldn't receive any. I feel the bulge grow bigger against my bare half. Tears flow like waterfalls. I know what's next. He grabs my throat pushing hardly, making me gasp. My thighs tighten as his other hand tries pushing them apart. I fight with every last ounce of energy that I could. But it wasn't enough. His length pushed its way in between my legs.

Silent cries escape my mouth. With each thrust my heart feels closer to stopping. His weight holds me down and I just can't fight anymore.

All I can do is lie there. I close my eyes hoping soon enough it'll be over with. It feels as if it never ends. I think back on all the times ive had. I can't help but reminisce on every good things in my life. Bailey being one of the tops.

This is all his fault and I still think of every ounce of happiness he brought into my life.

Authors note!

Hey guys! I'm so glad I finally had the time and energy to give you an update. There will only be TWO more chapters of this book. So that means we are nearing the end. It's already planned out and I'd hate for anyone to be upset me so I'd like to announce a sequel to this one!