Page 16 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

Crazy as it may seem, I wanted to hear my kidnapper’s voice too. It was always so gruff, like he was the big bad wolf or something. There was also something else behind his hardexterior, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe I was in the early stages of Stockholm syndrome.

I put my hand on my forehead. “I must be coming down with a fever or something because I’m tripping,” I whispered.

My forehead felt normal, so I wasn’t getting sick, at least not physically. Maybe mentally, from staring at the four walls all day.

After staring at nothing outside, I decided to get up and change the room around. There wasn’t much to change, but it gave me something to do. I also wiped the sparse furniture down with one of the washcloths from the bathroom. I didn’t have any cleaner, but it would help prevent dust from forming.

Once I was satisfied with that, I took a shower and put on clean pajamas. I had so many pairs of pajamas that I put a different set on every day. There was a clothes basket in the room, so I put all my dirty clothes in there. I wasn’t sure if he would wash them, but I couldn’t leave them lying on the floor either.

When all of that was done, I sat in the middle of the floor with all the crayons and coloring books surrounding me. I couldn’t use some of them anymore because I had colored everything. I put those in one pile and stacked them against the wall. I went through the rest and made two piles. There was one pile for almost complete, and the other one had the least complete. I pushed the least complete ones to the side, grabbed one that was almost complete, and found a page to color.

“This is what my life has come to.” I should have been doing anything else but coloring. My job probably fired me by now. I wondered what Jalen was doing. Even though I didn’t want a relationship with him, I didn’t think I would want him to be with anyone else. I probably only thought like that because of the situation. With nothing but time on my hands, I didn’t have any choice but to think of crazy shit.

“Maybe Jalen is trying to figure out a way to rescue me. If he got me out of here, then I would be indebted to him for life, and I probably would have to marry him.” I shook my head. “Nah, I can’t see it happening.”

I scratched my hair and paused with my finger in the middle of my hair.

“Holy shit!” I jumped up. “Why didn’t I think of this a while ago?” I dug in my hair again and pulled out the pins that held it together. My hair had been pulled up this whole time, but I never thought about the pins since I didn’t always use them.

“Stupid girl.” I chastised myself.

I wasn’t stupid, but I clearly was in distress and wasn’t thinking straight.

I didn’t have shoes, but I did have socks, and that was all I needed to make my escape. I’d walk home in socks if I had to, or I would try to find the nearest house, if there was one around. I hadn’t seen any out of my small ass window.

“Fuck playing nice with the bad guy. I’m going to escape.” I laughed because I was talking like I was in an action movie.

“Just call me John Wick, baby, because I’m out of here.” Once I had some socks on my feet, I walked over to the door and listened for any movement. After a few seconds, I didn’t hear anything.

I learned how to pick a lock as a child because my father locked me in the room one time, and I got out. I never knew why he did it, and we never talked about it. He never even punished me for it. I never questioned him about it, but at this moment, it came in handy.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I stuck the pin in the little spot to pick the lock. I was so close to getting out of here that I could taste it.

As soon as I opened the door, I bumped into a hard body.

“Going somewhere?” He smirked, and I backpedaled into the room.

“Um, I was just going to find something to eat because I got hungry.” She stuttered as she backtracked into the room.

I followed her, with my eyes trained on her lying lips. Lips that made me want to grab her and kiss them. The lie fell off them so effortlessly, and that shit bothered me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? That’s the excuse you are going with?” I looked down at her sock covered feet. “You thought you were going to get far like that?” I pointed to her outfit.

“I said I was only going to find something to eat. Where could I possibly go?” She snapped and rolled her eyes.

I noticed she hadn’t looked at me, though. When she scratched her arm, I knew she was nervous. It was the same thing she’d done the day I snatched her up. I figured that was her nervous tic.

I moved closer to her and leaned down. “There is nowhere for you to go, sweetheart, even if you did make it past this room. This whole house is locked down to the point that only I can get in or out.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but if she thought it was, maybe she wouldn’t try to escape again. The thought of her leaving and me not being able to find her again made my stomach uneasy.

“Well, like I said, I was only trying to find something to eat because that food you gave me earlier didn’t last long, and I didn’t want to eat all of my snacks. Who knew when you would have fed me again, Gothel.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and sat on the bed.

My eyes bunched together. “Who the hell is Gothel?”

“It doesn’t matter. Like I said, I was just trying to find something to eat.” Her eyes shifted to the plate I placed on the table.

Hold up. That table wasn’t over there before. I looked around the room and noticed she’d changed it around.

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