Tangled Love
CHAPTER 84

CHAPTER 84

The wooden door flings open, smashing into the wall behind it and I jolt awake, backing myself as farinto the wall as I can go. My eyes narrow at the man stood in the doorway and I swallow the lump in mythroat, determined to show him I'm not scared. I really am, I'm petrified. I've learned the hard way tonever show fear to men like Trevor and DC Jones. They thrive off it, it's what fuels them to carry outtheir evil actions. Others need oxygen to survive, not these kind of people. They live off fear, it's whatkeeps their heart beating.

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

Jones' dark eyes narrow and pierce straight through me, seeing every scar . . . every insecurity. His lipstwitch 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 beendry 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 completelyignored my screams for help and I've given up on the idea of anyone hearing my pleas. The onlysounds 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 towardsme.

"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."

I ignore his words, turning to face the dull wall. My throat throbs painfully and I try to hydrate it using myown 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 leavethe room for a few minutes before entering it again. He walks towards me and my body stiffens fromhaving 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 tomy lips, allowing me to take a sip of it. I swallow the cool liquid greedily and lean forward for anotherdrink.

"How about you take these ropes off my hands so I can drink it myself?" I ask before taking anotherlarge 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 walksover to the wooden chair in the corner of the room. I narrow my eyes as he lowers himself down, takinga 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 againstthe rope and a tear of frustration slides down my cheek followed by another. Soon enough I'm full onsobbing, 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 mewhich was my original thought, he strokes the top of my hair soothingly. I stiffen and move my head asfar away from his as I can. His touch makes me feel sick to my stomach. He notices my hostilitytowards 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. DCJones looks at me as if I've grown two heads before he bursts out laughing, the evil glint in his eyesshimmering away. He clutches at his stomach before bending over, laughing hysterically whilst I watchhim 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 helpme. 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 footcauses 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 aboveall, I miss Jake like crazy. The empty void in my heart and stomach is causing me to go crazy. I misshis 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. Istop 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 myears, 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.