I still remember everything vividly

Chapter Thirty-Nine

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Please before reading this chapter remember it'll contain physical abuse, pain and torture.

If you're uncomfortable of reading something like that ignore this chapter.

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Madeline's POV:

When Brandon leaned towards my face I didn't think he'll do something so sensual that will leave me frozen.

The lick of his warm tongue on my lips brought the desire that have been sleeping from last six years or more like after the night we had spent together.

We stared in each others eyes without​breathing and that's when we heard someone clearing his throat loudly.

My head snapped at the direction of the noise and my eyes landed on my dad's ​red face.

I grimaced in embarrassment and closed my eyes when I saw Bryan standing beside my dad and staring at Brandon in curiosity.

Oh God! I hope my son didn't see Brandon licking my lips.

"Hello sir I.... uhh". Brandon said getting up from the chair.

But my dad ignored him and glared at me.

"Madeline go help Bryan in choosing the ice cream". My dad said making me jump up from the seat and taking Bryan hand in mine I took Bryan at the display of ice cream flavors.

But my eyes kept on Brandon and my dad. My dad was saying something to Brandon at which he was nodding his head like an obedient student. His face looked flustered at whatever my dad was saying.

I just nodded my head at Bryan demand and ordered the ice cream for him.

Brandon nodded at my way and left the ice cream parlor in a hurry.

God knows what my dad has said to him to make him run like this.

"Mommy it's so yummy". Bryan said licking his ice cream cone.

I smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

My dad walked to us and said "Let's go".

I didn't dare to ask him anything and followed him to his car with Bryan.

I strapped Bryan in the back seat and slid in the passengers seat.

My dad stayed silent to whole drive and Bryan kept busy in smooching his ice cream.

My mind wander back to the moments of football ground. I remember how the whole time Brandon was making flirty comments and sending me teasing smiles.

The Brandon I used to know would have never been this wanton. He would've blushed and feel flustered​on the position we end up on ground.

This Brandon on the other hand was completely different. The whole time in the ground his eyes kept appreciating my figure with lustful gaze making heat pool inside my belly.

I felt like his eyes want to ravish me on the ground. They were so vibrant, promising me the night of passion.

Brandon was the first and last one that I have slept with. In the past six years so many things happened that the need of having sex didn't bother me.

After meeting my parents I ran away from their house and that was the very first day I landed in New York then got abducted by Adrian.

The four weeks that I had spent caged inside the room was dreadful. My only company was my loneliness and memories of Brandon.

"We are home Madeline". My dad said and I nodded.

I stepped out from the car then helped Bryan unstrapping his seat belt.

We made our way inside and our housekeeper/ Bryan occasional nanny took him with her while I stayed behind to talk to my father.

I was really nervous but I asked my dad bravely "What did you say to Brandon?".

"I said my daughter isn't a plaything for a rich boy like him if his intentions are good then he should think about asking your hand in marriage rather than seducing you in the middle of the night in some ice cream parlor". My dad finished his rant.

I looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

"You did not said this to him". I said hoping that he'll laugh and tell me it was a joke.

"I did. I'm your father and I've a right to protect my daughter". My dad said.

His reply made me want to pull my hair.

I can't lie to him anymore. It has been eating me alive for past six years.

"Dad Brandon isn't just some guy. He was the boy I fell in love when I was four and I still love him despite the stupid stuff he does. And he is Bryan's father". I said.

My father jaw dropped at the revelation.

"What? But you said it was a one-time thing and you don't know anything about the boy". He said reminding me about the lie I made myself.

I didn't want my dad and three uncles to go at Brandon house then beat the shít out of him for making me pregnant.

"Dad I know. I lied to you all. But my son isn't a mistake of one night stand with the stranger. I've always loved Brandon but I had to lie to him about Bryan due to some misunderstandings between us". I said to him.

He looked at me like I've lost my mind.

"You knew from the day one who is the father of that kid but you didn't bother informing that boy about the birth of his son". He said in a disbelief.

My lower lip trembled from the effort of stopping myself from crying. I've long accepted my mistake but I had reasons of my own for hiding the truth about Bryan biryh from Brandon.

"You still haven't told him about Bryan?". My dad asked.

"No". I said.

"Why are you still hiding the truth from him?". My dad asked me in annoyance.

"I'm waiting for the right time". I replied.

"Oh Madeline! You'll have to tell him about his son. The longer you stretch the truth from him will only weaker his trust on you". My dad said cupping my face.

The tear rolled down from my eyes and I said "You are right dad. Just, please don't tell anyone the truth yet, not even mom. Let me handle this first".

"Okay I'll not tell your mother anything until you come clean to her yourself". He said with the long sigh.

"Thank you Dad for everything". I said with the watery smile.

"Just remember that your mom and I will always love you no matter what". Be said kissing my forehead.

"Love you too dad". I mumbled.

After that he went to his room while I walked upstairs to Bryan room. He was reading a book while sitting on the bed and tucked in his Superman comforter.

He was the cutest kid to me that I've ever seen and I just always want to pinch his cheeks which he hates.

I walked up to him and smiled

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?". I said sitting on the bed beside Bryan.

"I was waiting for you mommy!". He said jumping on my lap and discarding the book on the side.

"Oh Bryan you're getting heavy". I said making a face.

"Ma said I'm a growing boy and I should eat more". He said smiling.

"But if you become fat I will not be able to lift you up in my arms?". I asked him.

A frown appeared on his face and I laughed.

"I'm joking baby. You can eat as much as you want. You're a growing boy after all". I said tickling his belly and making him giggle.

"Sleep time baby". I said placing a comforter on him.

He stared at me with the smile for few minutes then fell asleep.

I kissed his head and slipped out from the bed then went to my old room at my parents house.

Opening the balcony in my room I took the deep breaths.

The atmosphere of my father's place always calm me down. The trees and vast garden in the house was my favorite when I started living with my parents.

I used to stay in the garden all day, watering plants and creasing beautiful flowers. They used to calm me and ease my turmoils.

But at nights those horrible dreams would wait to haunt me again. It doesn't matter how many times I would scream and beg to that man to let me go he would just grinned at.me evilly and launched himself on me.

I still remember everything vividly.

I was weak and dirty because I have been tied to the wooden chair for week. First day he tied me to bed and I almost succeeded in untying my hands but Adrian got me before I could've planned my escape and tied me to the chair.

He would untie me if I request him to go washroom but that's all the freedom he grants me.

Things I got to know about my kidnapper are that his name is Adrian and he is some rich man which I guessed from his expensive suits and gold watches. He is an addict and always reek of alcohol. He told me that he kidnapped me to take revenge from Sebastian.

I tried telling him that Sebastian isn't my boyfriend but he was adamant in not listing my single word. He has been calling Sebastian for few days and telling him that he has me but Sebastian would shut his phone because apparently he doesn't know any girl whose name is Camilla.

I didn't risk correcting Adrian about my name because I was hell of a scare of him.

The door opened and Adrian entered with the unfamiliar man beside him. The man looked around thirty and had a stubble on his face. His head was clean shaved and there was a long scar on his right cheek. He grinned evilly at me and nodded at Adrian.

I saw him make his way towards me with half open lids because of being sedated all the time. Adrian would offer me some food but I'll just threw up after few bites so I have been practically empty stomach for week.

The man leaned and came face to face and said "Hi girl I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay with me".

I didn't know what he meant but it made me shudder in disgust and I wanted to just disappear from his side. There was a cryptic glint in his eyes.

Yes, I was scared of Adrain but not disgusted. This man on the other hand looked like a creep to me.

Adrian was busy on his phone and didn't heard what the man said to me.

They both left my room and I sighed. After two or three hours the door opened and the man with scar on his face entered with the tray in his hands.

He placed the tray on my lap and untied my hands. I stared at the sandwich and contemplated between eating it or refusing it.

With the trembling hands I picked it up and took the bite. My dry throat made difficult for me to swallow the bite so I mumbled "water".

He grinned and said "I'll give you the water if you promise to kiss me".

I felt my heart dripping at his demand.

When he saw I wasn't ​going to respond he got up and give me the glass of water.

I drank it all in one gulp then finished my sandwich so he would leave me.

When I was done eating he tied my hands but his fingers lingered on my skin longer than necessary.

The week past like the same things. The man with scar face would give me food and untie me when I need to go washroom. He would gaze at me lust fully and sometimes he would place his hand on my lap or his hand will crawl up to my knee when he would untie my legs.

His advance moments towards me alerted me about his bad intentions and I wanted nothing much than escape.

One night Adrian came in the room I was tied and untied me. He told me to sit on bed and I did. My mouth was taped as usual and I didn't dared to remove it.

Adrian tied my hands and legs while I was just sitting on the bed. He was reeking of cigarettes and alcohol again but this time he looked more drunk than ever. The scar face man was not in the apartment that night.

"Do you know why I want to take revenge from Sebastian?". He asked me.

I shook my head in a no.

He ran his hands through his head and said "Because he killed the love of my life, my girlfriend".

I was too shocked after hearing him.

The Sebastian I met in the resort didn't give the vibe of some cold-blooded killer to me.

He appeared caring and sensitive. He called the doctor for me when I hit my head and fainted. Sebastian endured my presence in his room despite not knowing me at all.

"You don't believe me?". Adrian asked.

I would be a fool to say no so I stayed still.

"I know you don't believe me. I can see it in your eyes". He said and my eyes widened.

He pulled out his wallet from inside his navy blue suit pocket and opened it then pointed at a beautiful red headed girl standing beside him.

I could see the Eiffel tower behind them and they both looked happy as they were grinning at a camera.

"She was my girlfriend, Fiona. We meet in fifth grade. She was a transfer student and pretty unique with beautiful curly red hair. I was instantly attracted to her and become her friend. But when we both turned sixteen I finally man up and asked her out. She was quite hesitant at first to go on a date with the friend but at last she agreed. Then we started dating after going out for week. She become my life with each passing year. We both went to NYU and lived together in the apartment near campus. We were quite happy and loved me each other. I was planning to purpose her on her birthday but she was killed just the day before her birthday". He said looking at me.

I felt sad for him and realized that the reason he drinks must be because he miss her. But what I didn't understand was what it has to do with Sebastian.

"Do you know who killed her?". He asked me.

"Your boyfriend Sebastian because he was too drunk to control his damn car and hit my girlfriend car". He said looking angry and hurt.

"He hit her car with so much force that she was killed on the spot. Her head was smashed on the window and the pieces of glass pierced through her skull". He told me while the tears started to roll down from his eyes.

I cried with him at the death of his girlfriend. I didn't know the whole story but whatever Adrian told me it sounded like an accident to me.

"The damn police left him without charging for murder. They said he wasn't drunk but my friends was on the same party that night he went. They saw him drinking". He yelled making me flinch.

"Just because he is a son of the CEO of Carrington Enterprises police and law closed the case saying that his car's break was failed". He said in rage.

Now I understand his need of revenge and motive behind kidnapping me. The accident took his girlfriend from him and his brain wants to blame someone for her death. Unfortunately he is blaming Sebastian rather than the mechanical fault in the car. He hasn't accepted the faith.

And if he really thinks it's Sebastian fault that his girlfriend died he still shouldn't seek revenge. He should involve authorities and provide them proofs against Sebastian if he was the culprit in this all.

Suddenly Adrian stopped crying and pulled out a gun from his back and pointed at my head. But before he could shoot me he fell on the floor and fainted.

I stayed awake cursing my faith which always made me end up between psychopaths.

Sometime at night I must've fallen in sleep because in morning when I woke up Adrian was nowhere.

I was ready to tell him my real identity so he'll contact Sebastian and this time tell him my real name. I was hoping that Sebastian would still remember me after two weeks and come to save me.

But Adrian didn't come that day or another day.

The scar face man started staring me with something different type gaze. I was hyperventilating at his presences in the room but I needed to pee so I asked him to untie me.

I ran inside the washroom and did my business then came out to see him waiting for like a predator.

He took the step forward and readied my knee to hit him.

He launched at me and slammed my at the wall behind​my back that knocked the breath out of me. His dirty hands tried to grope my breast but I kneed him on his family Jewel's.

He stepped back from me, cursing in pain and I ran towards the door to escape but he pulled me back with my hair.

I yelped in pain and fell backward on the floor. He jumped on me and pinned me down but I bit his hand. He slapped me on my face making my ears ring.

My eyes stings with the tears but I kept fighting with him, pushing him and struggling in his grasp.

He was heavy and I was weak. He was above me and I was under him, struggling. When I succeeded in freeing my hand I slapped him on the right cheek and he was stunned for a moment.

Then his eyes blazed with anger and he punched me right on the face. I felt my jaw throbbing in pain like it was broke.

"Bitch you think you can stop me". He yelled at my face, punching me again and again.

My lips split open and bleed. My mouth was filling with blood, my vision got blurred as my eyes started to swell. The energy started leaving my body and I was losing a fight.

The tears rolled down from my face stinging my split lip. He got up and walked to bedside drawer then pulled out an injection that contains sedatives.

He injected me with it and I slipped in the abyss.

Next when I woke up I was laying on the bed sour all over my body. The white knee length-dress I found myself dressed in was ripped from many places.

The door opened and Adrian entered inside with the first aid kit and dress in his hands.

"Greg told me how you've tried to run away when he untied you to use washroom". Adrain said sitting beside me on the bed.

He pulled out the alcohol wipes and wiped my cuts clean. I cried in pain and felt the immense pain in my jaw when I tried to speak.

After cleaning my cuts he picked made me sit up on bed and pulled lose dress over my head then cut the straps of other dress with scissor letting it pool down on my waist.

With the painful effort I pulled my hands through the sleeves of the dress and he adjusted it on my shoulders. Then he cut the rest of the dress from the side while my body stayed cover with the new dress.

He pulled out the ripped dress from under me and threw it on the trash can then put the ointment on my injuries.

With the movement of my hand I asked​ him for pen.

He handed me the notepad and pen and I wrote with the blurry vision "My real name is Madeline".

He was shocked and looked angry.

Adrian stood up from the bed and said "Don't try running away again".

With that said he left me with that horrible man Greg. Few times he did come to check on me and didn't​ try touching me.

Greg stopped giving me food and water. I was glad not seeing his face but I become weaker and felt like dying.

I didn't remember how many days I went without taking food and water. I laid on the bed remembering Brandon and my memories with him while waiting for my bruise to heal.

The door of my room opened again but I kept my eyes shut to tired to look.

"If you would've cooperated that day I didn't need to beat you". Greg said making the tears sting my eyes.

He ran the finger on my cheek and said "Look how broken your pretty face look".

I snapped opened my eyes and glared at him then scrambled away from him.

He laughed at me and pulled the shirt over his head making me tremble with the need to vomit all over him.

"I need you pretty girl. I would have enjoyed my time would you that day if that bastard Adrian wouldn't have showed up his face". He said making me sit up.

My hands and legs were ​tied but my mouth was not taped.

"Please leave me". I begged to him.

"You'll enjoy. I promise". He said crawling closer to me and I trembled.

Greg pushed me in the laying position and started kissing my neck. I felt like dying as his lips made its way lower.

I mustered whatever energy I had stored for few days and kicked him between his legs with the force that made him jump away instantly. He fell down from the bed on the floor and stayed there for few minutes then got up and left the room. He came with the knife and I thought it was my end.

When he came closer to me I kicked the knife making him more angry. He roughly dragged me down from the bed and stared the kicking me and throwing punches on my face.

Then I felt the pain at the side of my kidney and saw a knife plunged inside.

My eyes shoot open as I heard​ my cellphone rang.

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Hello lovelies,

As promised another chapter updated.

I wanted to show what Madeline went through when she was kidnapped.

This chapter will explain to you why she keep having nightmares and why they were so horrible.

If you felt her pain then make sure you click on a tiny star.

Thanks for reading 😘😘

Published​ date:02-06-2017

~S.Sonysa_Ivan ❤❤