Beauty on the Run

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1) - No Real Escape

Submitted: February 15, 2013

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Submitted: February 15, 2013



He wouldn’t stop fondling me. He was constantly touching me, playing with my hair, stroking my cheek, kissing my head, pulling me close; pretty much you name it he did it. I pushed away as much as I was able too, but he only pulled me back.

We were finally pulled up to a gated lot, and it took me a moment to see that it was a freakin’ mansion! Seriously it was a gigantic fucking mansion!

His voice startled me; “Carter, Marshall, you two are taking the downstairs rooms now.”

“Are you fucking serious Fred?” Marshall was complaining.

I looked over at Carter who was rolling his eyes. “You’re giving our rooms to the princess aren’t you?”

I felt his hand that was connected to the arm around me, dwindling in my hair again. He lifted his other hand and caressed my cheek as well. “I have to make sure that she has everything she needs to be happy where she’s going to be boys.”

I could hear Marshall groaning. “Get a room Fred. We’ve seen a lot of worse shit, but we’re not in the mood to watch you fuck her.”

His arm wasn’t around me anymore. He was already towering over the boys! How the hell did he do that? He was here in a split second, and then there a split second later? Seriously! “You listen to me boy. I’m letting you keep your job after your shitty performance tonight, AND I’m still letting you sleep in MY MANSION. Now again, you listen to me when I tell you to keep your mouth shut unless you wanna find yourself at the bottom of the lake.”

I was trembling in my seat. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. This man is like a superhuman or something. With a blur he was right back where he was a few seconds ago…his arm around me and his other hand caressing my cheek. I flinched at his touch.

The limo pulled to a stop and the driver walked around the limo, opening it up for us. I practically scurried out of the car, sprinting across the lawn. I was afraid at this man showing up right in front of me, but then again, he hired those boys for a reason. I heard Marshall and Carter starting to chase after me!

I started running faster; my adrenaline kicking in. I saw the forest in front of me, and that’s where I went. I dodged through the branches, I jumped over the stumps and roots! I eve ducked and slid a few times under some low hanging branches, but I was no match for the hill.

I jumped over a root and found myself falling and then rolling, and the tumbling and fumbling! I found myself at the bottom of the hill and I laid there. I felt the sticks jabbing into my back, but I just couldn’t move….

I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer! And then finally I saw Carter and Marshall standing at the top of the hill peering over the large tree root that divided the normal ground from the small valley.

“Oh shit, is she dead?”

“How the hell do I know? Let’s get down there and check it out.”

I heard them climbing swiftly down the steep hill. I laid there with my eyes closed as they got closer to me.

I felt one of their shoes kick me. “I think she’s dead.”

“Dude, she’s not dead.” One of them got closer to me and then felt for a pulse in my neck. I remained still at his touch, and took small soft breaths. “I told you she’s not dead. She’s got a pulse and she’s breathing.”

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t inspect that from a distance.”

“Well I’m sorry you’re an idiot!”

“You’re carrying her back right?”

“Hell no! Who the hell do you think I am? You are!”

“What? Who decided that?”

“I did. I carried her out of that sewer pipe while bent over. The least you can do is carry her up the damn hill and back to the mansion. Let’s get going, I wanna get some sleep before school tomorrow.”

I still remained still, pretending to be knocked out or something. Whoever was to be carrying me bent down and lightly picked me up. My entire body ached. I could feel a little bit of relief as I was set gently (surprisingly) over his shoulder. It took a few minutes to get back up the hill, and after that we were back at the mansion in no time.

I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. I couldn’t tell if I was just extremely exhausted, or if it was the pain, but either way I was sleeping on this boy’s shoulder.

…I was nice and warm. I wasn’t sure where I was, but it felt nice. I was extremely warm! Not too warm though, but warm to where I was able to just lay there comfortably. I moved my body for the first time since I fell down that hill. It was a weird feeling…almost as if I were in a…BATH TUB! My eyes burst open and I looked at my naked body just hanging out in the bottom of the tub.

“How in the…” I looked on the sides of the tub and there were candles lit every here and there. “What in the…” My eyes screened the floor and I saw my dirty murky stained clothes laying on the floor right under where the large window was. My eyes traced the outline of the wall as it shifted to the toilet, and to my surprise, Marshall was sitting on the toilet smoking a cigarette. My first instinct was to shield myself, but instead I screamed! I scream and grabbed at the tower hanging over the side of the tub! “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” I couldn’t help but scream at the boy.

He took another puff of his cigarette as he watched me cover myself with the now soaked towel. He smiled at me and didn’t say a word.

I stared at him in anger. I couldn’t shake the feeling away, and I could only sit there and scowl at him. Just then Carter walked in through the open bathroom door, handing something to Marshall! What the hell! I blew out the candle next to me and threw it at Carter, hitting him in the shoulder.

“What the hell was that for?” He looked at me surprised, like I should be pissed off right now.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” I screamed again! The two boys sat there and laughed at me. “I’M SERIOUS, GET OUT!” They still didn’t listen. And then in the blink of an eye, the mystery man, Fredrik was standing in the middle of the bathroom.

“What is going on in here?” He stared at the two boys, not even daring to glance at me. Of course I’m sure that he wanted too.

Carter and Marshall still had their smug looks on their faces, not willing to believe that Fredrik would do anything.

“Fred calm down. The bitch is only freaking out about nothing right now. She’s not taking a liking to us watching her take a bath.”

Fredrik turned around to face me. I held the towel tightly over my chest, and hanging over my bottom area. “Well, well, look who’s finally awake.” I scowled at him. He had a smile on his face I just couldn’t read. I wasn’t sure if he was actually happy that I was awake, or that fact that I was conscious. I sat there covering myself with the soaked towel.

“I’m sorry Beautiful, I’ll get these guys out of here for you okay?” His voice was caring but at the same time annoying. He picked Carter and Marshall up by the back of their shirts, and he pushed them out of the bathroom.



I was finally alone again. I removed the towel as I got up from the tub. I walked over, holding the towel close to me, and locked the door. I shivered as I walked over to the window, and I closed it tight, locking it as well.

I turned back towards the tub and something wasn’t right. I looked around, and then I noticed that the door wasn’t locked. What the…. I walked back over and I locked the door again. Watching it as I tip-toed backwards towards the tub. I watched in horror as it slowly turned.

“What the hell?!” I nearly shouted, and then the door opened. I whipped the towel closed around my body as that Fredrik guy walked into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong my love? Are things not to your liking here?”

I continued to scowl at him as I gritted my teeth. “I don’t know what I’m doing here…” I spoke quietly, but he could still hear me. “I don’t WANT to be here…. And I DON’T want to stay here.”

He smiled at me again. “Well what would make you stay Ava?”

I scoffed. “Are you freakin’ kidding me? I don’t want to fucking be here you moron! Take me home!” And in a heartbeat, he was standing directly in front of me, towering over me with anger.

“I don’t take orders from anyone Ava. And YOU…are NOT…going anywhere. I promise you that.” He paused and then appeared at the door in the blink of an eye. “You are not leaving…now finish your bath.”

The door slammed shut…and I mean it SLAMMED. The entire house shook! But the door was locked. I climbed back into the bath tub with tears appearing in my eyes. I need to get the hell out of here as soon as I can…because I’m not staying in this place with 2 idiots and a nonhuman.

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