Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61
I woke up with my arms tired behind my back. They were sore and stiff as if I had been this way for quite some time.
I opened my eyes groggily. I was sitting in a hard chair, my arms pinned uncomfortably behind my back.
And my shoulder! It was burning as if it were on fire.
I flinched at the sharp pain, focusing my eyes on my surroundings.
I was in a confined space with no windows and dim lighting.
“Ah, so you’re finally awake,” said Gretchen’s voice.
I snapped my attention to where Gretchen was. She was lounging gracefully on a long couch, blinking lazily at me. She was like Cleopatra watching a peasant.
Memories flooded through me and I now realized the pain in my shoulder was from Gretchen shooting me.
“You shot me,” I said, slightly bewildered.
“Well, yeah, I had to subdue you,” Gretchen said as if it made all the sense in the world. “I couldn’t exactly just let you escape.”
She made her way toward me and stood before me, toying with the gun she was holding.
“I expect by now Liam is probably on his way,” Gretchen said. “He’s always so willing to protect what he loves. That’s why he’s meant for me.”
My hands-which were reaching for something behind my back-finally met something sharp on the bookshelf behind me. I grabbed it and began trying to cut my way through the rope that binded my hands.
“Is that what you think?” I asked, distracting her as I tried to free myself. “How can you honestly think Liam will want you after you kill me?”
Gretchen looked at me, considering my question.
“He’ll be mad at first,” she mused. “But I’ll make him understand. It was necessary to eliminate you. You were a problem. You were in the way of our happiness.”
I was halfway out. Just a little more.
“Well, if you truly loved Liam, wouldn’t you want him to be happy no matter who he was with?”
Gretchen snorted daintily. “That’s all an illusion. When you love someone you want them to be with you and only you.”
My hands were free and I wasted no time, I jumped up, catching Gretchen by surprise.
I knocked her flat on her ass, causing her to lose her grip on the gun. It skidded to a far corner in the room.
The anger in her eyes was a clear sign I was never going to make it to the gun. So I leaped up and away from her.
I ran out and was greeted by a man with large muscles.
The man who had kidnapped me, my inner voice hissed.
He looked at me in surprise and before he could tense up to chase me, I ran.
I ran down the dirt road that led away from the house.
“You fuckin idiot,” Gretchen cursed at him. “Why didn’t you grab her. Go get her. Now!”
And then I could hear the sound of pursuit, not just one set of footsteps but several.
I ran faster, moving with all I had in me. I would not be caught this time.
A shot rang out and I ducked behind a tree, hiding.
I peeped over the tree and saw Gretchen and her men far behind.