Divorced, But Not Broken
Divorced, but Not broken Chapter 93

Oh god... oh god... my head was pounding so hard, and I couldn't move my neck, that strong pain of my face that was making my whole body start to cramp from the pain that was so intense that I bent over and puked. I hadn't even opened my eyes when I was making small, short breaths of throwing up when the cold hard fear hit me. my eyes weren't closed anymore and still everything was pitch-black and the vomit I had gotten up was still running down my body and whatever I had on my head, f**k that was disgusting! “F**k she vomited all over herself!" I heard an unknown voice further away from me and another one that just grunted like he couldn't care less when the discomforted of my hands that was numb was getting the fear in me to grab onto my head even harder, I was *****g kidnapped wasn't I?!"

"Hey! Please, just let me go! I swear that I won't tell anyone about this!" I was breathing hard in the hood that seemed to be over my head, filled with my own puke making it harder for me to breathe beside having f*****g panic and getting limited oxygen, f*****g animals!

“Hey! I know you can f*****g hear me; I want some f*****g water or something like that, is that too much to f*****g ask!?" they didn't answer me this time either, just mumbled something about me being a bitch when I screamed again, this time one of them got up, a chair scraping hard on the cement floor that I was sitting on, half my body was numb when the steps got to me fast and before I knew it, the hood was ripped off, not taken off, no. ripped. Hard making my face sear from the pain and the sudden light that was making me blind and just scrounging my eyes hard and blinking looking up the serious man that was sick of me already.

"Shut the f**k up!" He grabbed me and I made a cry of pain when the fast movement made me feel just how bad my face was hurting, the blood rushing to my injury and I already knew that my right eye was swollen to the point where I couldn't even see through it. "Please...please... I just want to go home..." I was begging when my feet were stumbling to make it along his fast steps, just pushing me in front of him when I still had my hands tied together, this was it wasn't it? I was going to die, and nobody would miss me, not my parents or my ex-husband... not Jonah.... The deep cry that was coming from nowhere did nothing on the cold man that just opened what seemed to be a basic bathroom, no windows, no nothing just a toilet and a sink, that was it.

"Clean the fuck up, I don't want to have to smell your disgusting ass all day!" He was taking out a knife when my crying became louder and he just made a sneer when he pulled my hands back and seemed with one swift move, cut off whatever that was around my wrists.

The door slamming hard behind me when I just started to cry again, this was the worst day of my life, kidnapped and just waiting to die and I knew it.

I opened the tap after about five minutes, gulping down water that I threw up thirty seconds after I drank it, my body felt like shit, and I didn't even know what day it was when the door opened again and the man looked at me disgusted that I had even washed up when he only had left me here for five minutes, what the hell did he expect from me?!

"I'm not done." I just said that I was still leaning over the sink, my vomit all over it when he just made this even deeper frown and slammed the door again, like he didn't want to touch me, and I sank down on the floor. My legs shaking from the cold and the pressure of not wanting to carry me when the door slammed open again making me look up angry, what the hell was this guy's problem anyway?!

"You got ten fucking minutes and then it's up, don't fucking waste it!" he threw some shit on the floor when I looked at it with my left eye and heard the door slam shut again.

Soap, one towel and a sweatsuit that looked like it belongs to a guy and made me sigh looking around, seeing the small showerhead that was on the wall, wow. They really where the ritz here weren't they?

I stripped fast and just washed off, feeling slightly better just having the vomit off my body and cleaned whatever I could with the one bar of soap I had, this was a fucking prison, and I knew it, why else would they have this place? I sure as hell didn't think that Austin would come down and live here.....

I made a sigh. Fuck they didn't have a mirror here, maybe it was just as well, I bet I looked like shit, not being able to use my right eye and just feeling like I had been keeled when I moved around the slightest.

The door slammed open again when the angry man grabbed me and started to drag me back, I thought that he was taking me back to the same spot where I had woken up, not that my memory was that great, but it didn't smell of puke when he was taking me further away and opened and door and shove me inside, not even giving me time to ask where the hell I was or why?!

I bang the door a couple of times, screaming all kinds of words for anyone to come and answer me when all I got back was silence.

"you fuckers!" I was screaming until my voice was gone and all I could do was to look around the small space, it was a f*****g cell again! just slightly better then being bound and lying on the floor, it was a small bed and nothing more. Nothing. Not even table or a lamp, just a bed in a f*****g closet with a heavy door and a hatch.

I sat down on the bed exhausted. Fuck.