Tangled Love

CHAPTER 84

The wooden door flings open, smashing into the wall behind it and I jolt awake, backing myself as far into the wall as I can go. My eyes narrow at the man stood in the doorway and I swallow the lump in my throat, determined to show him I'm not scared. I really am, I'm petrified. I've learned the hard way to never show fear to men like Trevor and DC Jones. They thrive off it, it's what fuels them to carry out their evil actions. Others need oxygen to survive, not these kind of people. They live off fear, it's what keeps their heart beating.

"I was having a rather pleasant dream, do you mind shutting the door on your way out so I can go back to it?" The sarcasm drips from my every word.

Jones' dark eyes narrow and pierce straight through me, seeing every scar . . . every insecurity. His lips twitch in amusement, knowing he's making me uncomfortable. Asshole.

I sigh dramatically, facing away from him. I rest my head on my arms once again, my throat has been dry for hours and now felt as rough as Trish after a long boozy weekend.

I'm too proud and stubborn to ask him for a drink, I wouldn't dare ask him for anything. He's completely ignored my screams for help and I've given up on the idea of anyone hearing my pleas. The only sounds that can be heard around here is his footsteps and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

"Do you want something to eat Emily?" He breaks the silence between us, walking a few steps towards me.

"Don't come any closer!" I warn, snapping at him. He laughs at my words, his head falling back slightly.

"If you haven't already realised darling, you're the one tied up, not me." Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

I ignore his words, turning to face the dull wall. My throat throbs painfully and I try to hydrate it using my own saliva. It's completely dried out and I feel severely dehydrated to the point I want to be sick.

"Water," I croak out, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I refuse to look at him, my captor. I hear him leave the room for a few minutes before entering it again. He walks towards me and my body stiffens from having his presence near me. DC Jones bends down till he's at my level.

"Turn around."

I obey, hating the way I feel like a victim. He holds a glass of water in his hand and he brings it closer to my lips, allowing me to take a sip of it. I swallow the cool liquid greedily and lean forward for another drink.

"How about you take these ropes off my hands so I can drink it myself?" I ask before taking another large gulp. Half of the water misses my mouth and ends up down my chin and I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed at the state I'm in.

"I'm not stupid Emily." DC Jones sighs, placing the empty glass down next to me. He stands and walks over to the wooden chair in the corner of the room. I narrow my eyes as he lowers himself down, taking a seat.

"Why have you done this to me?"

"Because there's no other way." DC Jones shakes his head sadly, his eyes filling with remorse. I frown, clearly not understanding what is going on here.

"No other way for what? Who are you? Let me go!" I yell, my patience running out. I struggle against the rope and a tear of frustration slides down my cheek followed by another. Soon enough I'm full on sobbing, my chest heaving heavily up and down. DC Jones walks over to my side and raises his hand.

This is it.

I immediately freeze, my breath caught in my throat. His hand comes down and instead of hitting me which was my original thought, he strokes the top of my hair soothingly. I stiffen and move my head as far away from his as I can. His touch makes me feel sick to my stomach. He notices my hostility towards him and stiffens up. I breathed a sigh of relief as he takes a few steps backwards.

"I'll get the police, they'll lock you up for this," I hiss, hating the man with every bone in my body. DC Jones looks at me as if I've grown two heads before he bursts out laughing, the evil glint in his eyes shimmering away. He clutches at his stomach before bending over, laughing hysterically whilst I watch him in silence, dumbfounded at how messed up this man is.

"Oh honey, you crack me up. I am the police."

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach as I realise he's right - he is the police. The police can't help me. No-one can help me. I'm screwed, well and truly screwed.

"Please, just let me go. I'll do anything." I plead, fearing for my life now more than ever.

"I'm never going to let you go Emily, not again. Never again."

"Please!" I beg, lunging towards him. I'm immediately pulled back as the stinging pain in my foot causes me to stumble backwards, slamming my back into the metal frame of the bed.

"I want to go home!" I cry harder, the tears falling fast. I'm cold, tired, hungry, scared, hurt and above all, I miss Jake like crazy. The empty void in my heart and stomach is causing me to go crazy. I miss his touch, his safe scent. I miss him.

"But Emily, you are home," Jones replies, cupping my chin in his hands, forcing me to look at him. I stop crying as I stare hatefully into the eyes of the man that I loath.

"This isn't my home, you sick bastard!"

"Yes it is!" He snaps back, his eyes turning a dark shade of blue with fury.

"You belong with me!" He adds, dropping my chin before walking away from me towards the door. Before he leaves, he turns back around, the same murderous glint in his eye.

"You belong with your father."

He slams the door shut, leaving me alone on the floor once again. His words ring loudly through my ears, stabbing my chest over and over again, making it hard to breathe. I shake my head repeatedly, refusing to believe him.

How can it be?

He's my father.

DC Jones is my father.