Chapter 7- Living with my kidnapped

It's time to take a quick shower. Okay. not a quick one but I decide to do it anyways.

I strip out of my jeans brown big tees alongside shoes and walk over to the closet to grab a clean towel.

As I grab hold of the soft linen towel I strip from my undergarment and rest them inside the laundry basket along with my discarded clothes

. I'll definitely need to clean those before I leave...as soon as I figure out where the damned laundry room is. Well not to exaggerate or anything but the bathroom in this room is the equivalent of my bedroom back in the apartment.

Tiled slightly-rough bathroom floors huge bathtub tiny glass-encased shower room undoubtedly expensive hair shampoo lavender and coconut scented judging from the writings on the bottle fragranced body soap.

Settling on the shower I turn the taps on awaiting the cascading waters adjust temperature. I stand under the furiously-pumping liquid lathering my exhausted body and letting my mind finally register the gravity of my situation.

It is a thing that I'm now pondering that I hadn't processed quite well earlier I am pregnant; pregnant without having so much as to engage in any intimate or sexual activity with a man. I'm going to be the mother of a little girl or boy regardless the situation or who the father is

.Gently softly I feel my womb my palms smoothly rubbing and just like that a mix of emotions bombard my brain swirl through my entire system. My baby.

My innocent little boy or girl. I smile to myself almost chuckle but at the same time feel tears sting my eyes

. I am delighted because I'll soon bring into this world an innocent and untainted soul.

Goodness I'm going to be a mother! Then there's the lump in my throat. This child will either be taken away from me as soon as it is birthed or I will successfully manage an escape before it's actually born. That only means one thing; it's going to grow up without the love and affection of either if not both it's parents. Why?Because Malcom and I might end up killing each other.

I am temperamental while Malcom is the silence before the storm. Oh heavens! I will most likely provoke Malcom and he'll end up raining bullets right through my skull.

He might provoke me and I might end up stabbing him in his sleep, we didn't agree in any form.

My child will not grow without a me as it's mother that's for sure even if I have to close my eyes to the fact that Bianca is my step sister!

Only difficult but not impossible. What the fuck are these thoughts! I take in a deep purposeful breathe, I think I've been standing for far to long because my knees and feet are now starting to complain

. I turn off the taps wrap the towel around my shivering body then proceed to exit the bedroom.Malcom the deranged ass is sat comfortably over the chaise lounge.

"You startled me, what do you want?" He just looks at me from head to toe to head his gaze lingering on my chest.

"My eyes are up here mister " I speak snapping fingers repeatedly to draw his attention.

"I know." He replies, I firmly grip the towel as an unfamiliar unpleasant and unwelcomed feeling begins to set in.

"I want you to have dinner with me at the dinning room. I'm not asking." The tone he chooses to employ is overly calm unsettling screaming danger-danger.

Malcom must really think im Barbie breakable girl He kidnaps me then wants me to have dinner with him?

"Are you really serious right now? You take me captive then want to coerce me into having dinner with you? You really are a sick bastard Malcom, where in the world is Bianca." Yes I do need a filter between my brain and mouth because he is who he is but I am immensely frustrated.

"What did you just call me ? See any other insulting word i can tolerate being called a bastard just resurfaces the gnawing demons within." He rises from the seat eyes scrutinizing my room feet slowly treading in my direction up until he's right before me and just as I'm about to walk right past him my body is effortlessly pinned against wall.

His demeanor remains composed his gigantic palm gradually wraps around my neck slowly starting to squeeze.

"Never ever call me that again and mind you Bianca is not here to save you "his tone drops a few octaves his voice now a taunting whisper against my ear.

I'm trying my best to fight him off but its not futile!

"You are hurting me!" I am almost certain I am going to face my demise.

His once icey-blue irises are now a glassy deep shade of the blue hue.They hold no emotion whatsoever.

He knows exactly what he is doing knows the consequence of his actions will be my death yet he is still compressing and constricting! then it's like realization dawns and he let's go of my neck.

My back slides against wall my butt making contact with the carpeted floors and my eyes pooling. I cough and gulp for air wet hair clinging to my face like a leech and finger tips feeling the handprints on the assaulted flesh.

Briefly my eyes travel upwards and I glare daggers at Malcom who's running fingers through his black-as-midnight strands an almost remorseful expression replacing the former look of disdain that'd been there.Is he rueful? Screw his sorry ass look!

"Fuck you Malcom." I'll be damned if I let myself shed a single tear in front of this psycho!

"Forgive me Helena." The words were so low I would have missed them.

"Get out" I scream then he just turns exits the room stoic-faced once again palms buries in his pockets then shuts the doors with a soft clink.

I cried last ten years back but now I faithfully let the hot tears burn trails down the skin on my cheeks.

I stand on wobbly feet frail knees grab a pillow and toss it across the room towards the doors. "Fuck you Malcom!" I yell out in exasperation more rivulets flooding. Sitting against soft grounds legs folded to my chest with my arms snaked around them I stare intensely at the walls ahead of me.

Bianca where are you because I didn't sign up for this! Bianca I didn't sign up for any of this shit! I hate that son of a bitch! I hate him so fucking much!

..My eyes flutter open and shut instantly at the vengeful blinding rays of the sun that the room.

Wait how did I end up in the bed? Well that doesn't really matter. Im still in my towel though.

I pad over to the full-length mirror then eye my reflection; my neck to be precise. My fingers glide over the prints graciously plastered onto wounded skin when suddenly knuckles rap thrice against the doors.

"Come in it's open." "Morning Helena.How are you this morning?" "Alive so I guess that's good." "What happened to your neck dear.It's the càpó isn't it?" I don't grant her a reply because she's already familiar with the answer.

I just stare at her reflection through the mirror. "So what have you prepared.The aroma is just calling out to me "I try to dilute the tension try to unsuccessfully switch topics. "Helena the boss...he is a very...complicated man.Rarely smiles rarely let's people into his life.He is a man who's actions are lead by rage due to his mother's unfaithfulness but Bianca your sister changed him I guess he was immediately drawn to her entranced. Maybe it was love at first sight? What was a simple infatuation turned into highly intense love you know the 'I take a bullet for you you take a bullet for me' kind. .He tries his best to keep the anger on a leash but sometimes best is not good enough."

"And you think what? He has the right to strangulate me? Murder others because of rage? And why would you tell me all these things these secrets?"

"It wasn't right what he did I know.And as for the reasons of telling you all this I trust you Helena and coming from me who's worked for someone who has been with him all his life.Now you have knowledge of how he operates you'll need it trust me.I have never and will never tell another soul all these things but you carry his child it's best you understand the inner workings of Malcom."

As much as I detest it I can't help the pang that slices through my chest for Malcom.No one deserves all what he's gone through.No one at all.Now I think I comprehend why he flipped when I called him bastard because it did remind him of his toxic relationship with his father. Still did not give me him the right to treat you like that bitch! I'll have to really contain myself when I'm around that man.

After the conversation Yvonne excuses herself to go finish her chores granting me the opportunity to eat my meal in the paradise of solitude take a quick bath shortly after and brush my teeth.

I slap on a shirt laying around with matching leggings and some black vans let my unruly curled locks fall because I don't feel like tying them apply some Vaseline onto my chapped lips and I'm out of the room.

Right on the other side of the hallways stands Malcom who's in front of his bedroom door I think in nothing but a pair of black sweats towel draping loosely over his right shoulder and nothing to shield his nude chest.

In front of him stands some platinum blonde cheek yelling and cussing profanities at an unfazed mad man clutching stilletos in one palm and a jungle-green dress in the other and dressed in an oversize t-shirt her hair a tangled mess.

He most definitely shagged this one and thus is the man Bianca plans to spend the rest of her life with I say in my mind.

Malc tilts his head as if in deep contemplation and unfortunately our eyes clash and lock. He smirks at me then winks.

He actually winks at me! Annoying perv! The platinum bimbo turns to face her back immediately taking notice of me rolls her eyes blows out a long breathe then foolishly proceeds to match up to me.

Great now I'll be involved in their drama. If she triggers me I knock her front teeth out I swear.

"And just what are you looking at bitch huh?"

"Morning to you to and I was watching in utter fascination how you were shrieking your lungs out at the man who just shagged you last night and is currently asking you to leave because that's just how much you mean to him." Then I offer her a smile sweet and innocent.

"Fuck you!" she screams. "Oh sweetie I'm straight but he just did and judging by the looks of things might have been the last time he actually did "I reply not really bothered that Malcom's spectating.

attempts to slap me but just before the strike lands I grab hold of her wrist in time twist it whilst looking her dead in the eye then punch her square in the jaw.

She falls to the floors with a nerve-grating shriek holding her bruised flesh her mouth gaping like that of a fish out of water.Iam not one to take crap from nobody.

My eyes on their own accord travel back to Malcom one last time only to find him mockingly clapping his damn hands with his body leaning against the door frame.I flip him off and tread back into my room slamming the doors shut.You know what screw this day!