Kidnapped

Report (Part 1) - 36

Emma POV

No matter how hard I scrubbed, my skin still crawled from Iker's phantom touch. Hugging myself, I closed my eyes. I imagined I was in the arms of a savior, coming to take me away and telling me that everything will be alright. But that's wishful thinking. No one was coming to save me. I need to save myself. 

I opened my eyes, and unplugged the tub. I can't stay in the bathroom forever. I grabbed for the towel and started briskly drying myself . Chris layed out underwear, black sweatpants and a blue hoodie for me. They were my size, and I liked the fact that they got me my own clothes. 

Dressed in the cozy clothes I walked to the counter and looked at my reflection. I looked like I went through hell and back.  My skin was red from the bath, and bruised from the abuse I suffered. I was littered with blue and purple marks; under my eyes, my neck, my torso, and wrists. I wanted to puke at the sight the hickies Iker gave me. My split lips, red and swollen, ached as I frowned. 

Not unlike a nest, my limp brown hair was knotted. I tried running my hands through before rummaging the drawers for a hair brush. I found scissors next to a comb. Looking at my reflection, I decided to reach for the scissors. 

"Fuck it..." I mumbled. I reached for my hair and started cutting it. Long locks of hair dropped on the floor as I cut it shorter and shorter. It's funny how in movies, when the girl haphazardly cuts her hair, it ends up looking good. Mine didn't, not at all. I didn't care.

"Emma?" Chris called out from outside the bathroom. "Are you done?" 

With a sigh, I returned the scissors to the drawer. "Yes," I answered.

The door opened and Chris's eyebrows shot up at my sight. 

"What... What did you do?" He asked, stepping closer to me. His scanned me quickly, drinking in every detail of my state. He was in doctor mode, trying to analyze his patient. "Why did you cut your hair?" 

"I didn't feel like brushing it." I said. He waited for further explanation, but there was none. 

He slowly stepped towards me. "Let's fix you up."

When Chris finished putting ointment cream and disinfecting any cuts on me, we made our way towards the living room and waited to Evan to come. 

"He will ask you to report what went down during the mission." Chris placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder when he saw me fidgeting nervously. 

My thoughts raced back and forth about Tiffany's involvement. I feared for both our lives. I don't have any clue as to what Evan will do to us. Will he kill her? Will he kill me? Will he even be mad?" 

Evan leisurely made his way to the living room, he seemed content. He sat across from me and slowly, his icy blue eyes drank me in. His lips twitched with amusement as he sat across from me. 

"Sporting a new look, sweetheart?" He laughed. "You look even more pitiful and pathetic with that horrid haircut." 

I just looked at him, feeling too numb and empty to care about his insults. Chris on the other hand, was clearly upset by Evan's comments, but said nothing. 

"Alright my pitiful little girl," Evan leaned back in his seat. "Start from the beginning, don't spare any detail. I will find out if you do." 

And so, I spared him no detail. Every beating, every mocking comment, Tiffany, the fight. Everything. 

Evan was silent. He listened with a blank face. I couldn't read his emotions at all. 

When I was finished, any amusement has left Evan's face. 

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