“It’s nice to see you again, Abigail.” The sound of his voice sends me back to
that very first day I heard it in my coma. A set of shivers courses through my body
knowing his sole intention is to harm me.
“You shouldn’t be here, Bill. I’d hate to see what would happen if Julio caught
you near me,” I bravely state through clenched teeth while I attempt to control them
from rattling in fear.
“Your little bodyguard won’t be coming back soon. I’ve made sure of that.”
The words worry me the instant I absorb them and my body demands I move as I
try to sidestep past Bill, but he lunges forward and fiercely grips my arm. His fingers
forcefully dig into my skin as I continue my attempt to escape, to no avail. My scalp
radiates with pain as he digs his hand into my hair and yanks. With his mouth
brushing up against my cheek, I feel his dirty, warm breath as he says, “The only way
you’re leaving is with me.”
“Fuck you!” I angrily growl.
He laughs at my exclamation. The eerie feeling of his breath running down
my neck sends an unwelcome shiver down my spine. Grabbing onto his wrist, I try
my best to free myself from his grip, but he tightens his hold, sending another jolt of
pain down my scalp. This time I let out a wail in hopes someone will hear me.
He strikes my face with the hilt of his gun and I almost black out. “Shut the
fuck up, bitch!” he shouts, tugging again on my head and urging me to walk. I try to
dig my heels into the ground, but it doesn’t do any good and I soon feel something
being shoved into my ribs, urging me forward with another jolt of pain. I already
know it’s the gun digging into my ribs and fear is what motivates me to move.
“We’re leaving this room now. If you try to call out for help, Abigail, I won’t
hesitate to pull the trigger,” he proclaims while shoving it deeper into my side,
making me whimper from the pain.
My worst nightmare has come true. The fear of Bill finding me again is now a
reality. Every precaution I took to keep safe seems worthless at this point as he
drags me to the door. When he opens it, Charlie, the slimly little intern, is guarding
it.
“Is it clear?” Bill asks him. He answers with a nod and Bill wraps his arm
around my waist, but keeps the gun pointed at my ribs with the other. The feeling of
his body next to mine disgusts me. His smell making my stomach churn and
revulsion now replaces my fear.
“Keep moving,” Bill orders.
“Why are you doing this?” I desperately ask as I’m left no choice but to start
walking again. “Please, Bill. If it’s money you want, I’ll give it all to you. Just let me
go,” I plead while trying to hold back my tears.
“Oh, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, Abigail,” he says, vengeance
evident in his tone.
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