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Chapter Fourteen
Lennox
My head was pounding, every little noise shot through my ears and caused them to ring. I heard voices, they were distorted and almost echoing. My eyelids were so heavy, I couldn’t open them. I saw nothing but blackness, yet I knew Chris had found me. I could hear him talking with someone I couldn’t place. I wanted to scream and run away. I wanted to call out for Mason, but my body betrayed me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. The only thing I could do was wait. Wait to see what happened to me.
I felt myself being lifted and Chris’ cologne filled my nose. The smell itself wasn’t bad, but knowing I was in his arms, being held against his chest, made me want to vomit. The feel of him being pressed against me made me want to curl into a ball and blackout everything around me. I couldn’t do that though. I had to find a way out of the nothingness I was trapped in.
The drugs I was slipped seemed to have a paralysis effect. I couldn’t move but I was awake and could hear what was happening. Maybe the drugs were wearing off, because at first, it knocked me out cold. I came to in the car. I knew I was in the car because I could feel the cool leather pressed against my cheek. I remembered being carried from the car and hearing the loud sounds of the airport. He sat me up and buckled me in.
“And what exactly do you plan on doing with her?” a man asked.
“She’s mine. She’s coming home with me where she will be punished for all the pain she’s caused me,” Chris said.
He’s taking me home? To his home? Back to the place I barely escaped from? Where is Mason? Will he be able to find me? God, please let him find me.
I felt my eyes start to tear, but I couldn’t wipe them away. I felt the hot tears overfill my eyes and run down my cheeks.
I felt the plane take off and knew we were in the air. I had five hours tops to get control over my body. I concentrated on my toes, trying to get them to move. I wanted to focus on something he couldn’t see move. I knew that if he saw my eyes open or fingers move he would just dose me again. I needed to bring myself out of the paralysis without him knowing. I needed to be able to run when the plane landed.
I thought about the toes on my right foot, willing them to wiggle in my shoe. There was nothing. I couldn’t even feel them, for all I knew, they had been cut off.
It seemed to take me forever, but I finally found my toes, causing them to tingle with anticipation to listen to me. It felt like I had been sitting on my foot too long, they burned to comply.
I focused with all of my might.
Yes! I can move my toes! Now, work my way up.
I listened to my surroundings, I heard someones deep, even breathing. I only heard one.
Where is the man that was with Chris?
I knew that there was only one man close to me, and I could tell he was asleep by the sound of his breathing. I decided it was safe and tried to move my ankle.
I tried rolling it, but it wouldn’t move. It tingled the same way my toes did, though. I kept pushing and pushing, until finally, my ankle moved the way I wanted it to.
As we flew in the air, I worked my way up my body. I could almost feel every inch of myself. I just needed to get my eyes to open. Just as I felt the tingling move up my neck, meaning I was getting feeling back, I heard someone come into the cabin.
“We’re going to be landing soon. You should give her another dose; that one has to be wearing off by now.”
No! I’ve worked so hard to gain control over my body. I can’t do that again.
I opened my eyes and they landed on Chris.
He smiled as he moved closer to me with a needle. “Good night, sweetheart.” He jammed the needle in my neck, injecting me with something. It burned going into my system. I tried to fight against him, but the blackness took over.
I didn’t knowhow long I was out, but it felt longer than the last time. I think mixing the drugs or giving me the double dose, intensified the effects. My back was sore like I had been lying in bed for a week. My neck hurt when I moved, and my shoulders were sore.
Why are my shoulders sore?
My eyes popped open, glancing around the room. I saw a dresser and a nightstand, both of which were familiar. My eyes moved up to the headboard where I saw my wrists tied to the wooden slats. I turned to my left where I knew I would find the closet and bathroom door. Both were open. Seeing that white tiled floor, I was flooded with memories of when I had been beaten off of it.
There were various items scattered around the floor. I saw the duffel bag I was trying to pack when Chris caught me trying to leave him. I saw things like my clothes and makeup that were spilling out of the bag.
He never had it cleaned up. He left the room just as it was so it would be like no time had passed. The towel, I left laying on the bathroom floor while I inspected my beaten body in the mirror, was still lying there.
I felt the tears sting my eyes as I pulled on my restraints. The rope cut into my skin, but it didn’t even crack as I pulled.
Suddenly, the door opened and Chris walked through, carrying a tray. “Good morning, sleepy head. I was starting to wonder if I gave you too much.” His voice was cheerful and his eyes were dark, yet not lost to his anger, dark.
