Luke and Violet - S01 E35

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Luke and Violet - S01 E35

Read story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

HELL in a Motel

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND DISTURBANCE THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My head hurts all over again. This time it's a sharp pain in the back of my head. I try to open my eyes, but they're sensitive to the brightness of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my attack at the mall all over again!

I try my best to get up. I struggle in the process of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my feet, as they are both duct taped to a chair. I can barely move them! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with ropes on the wooden chair I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening?"

I try to wiggle myself free from the tape and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a corner. I see a figure stand before me. My vision is still blurry but quickly adjusts when recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a twisted smile on his face.

"We meet again Luke....glad to see you're up and about."

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of metal he has in his hand. It's a gun!!

Clark sees me making eye contact with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry...I'm not going to kill you....for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

Clark steps to the side and allows me to look forward to the bed where Violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her side facing me. Her face is covered in fresh cuts and bruises. Her make up is smeared from her tears. She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar undergarment for a She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the night we had sex when I first got home for the summer! How stupid it was of me to have forgotten it! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain!

"Clark....uh Mr. Taylor...I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being consequences to sleeping with a married woman. But this crazy! You can't possibly think you can keep getting away with this! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot! Now you're holding me and your wife as hostages in a shit motel! You can't possibly think you can get away with this! My parents are going to freak out if I'm not home soon!"

Once again, Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his hand.

"Luke...don't worry about your parents. I let them know you're just fine. I took the liberty of unlocking your phone while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your friends.

And just to make sure that they won't be a bother at all while we sit here getting to know each other...I'm going to ask for you to call your father and explain why you'll be out of town for a few days...more or less."

My eyes widen in disbelief hearing this. A few days as a hostage?? Stuck in a motel with this psycho??

"You're a PSYCHO! You can eat shit if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you!" tell Clark with a confident boost of anger coming out.

Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the barrel of the gun at my forehead. Everything is escalating way too fast!

"Luke....let me rephrase what I just said...I'm not asking you to

call....I'm TELLING you to call! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of danger! Believe me...I won't repeat myself!"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly walks around the back of the chair to take my thumb to unlock my phone with the Touch ID. He walks

back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on speaker

continuing to hold the gun at me.

"Hello?"

"Hey dad!"

"Luke? Everything ok? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh....Yeah, everything is good. Sorry for not staying in touch. Uhh...me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh....visit some friends we made in Mexico during Spring Break."

There's a long pause.

"You're on you way to LA? You didn't mention anything of that to me or your mother. Are you up to no good?"

"Uhh...no we're fine. It was a last minute thing....Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to last minute because Greg won't be available the rest of the month because of his job...."

Another long pause from my dad.

"Well...I would really appreciate open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. Love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with Violet and her psycho husband for the next few days...without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh....must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must have had a great time growing up, getting away with a lot of shit...having the 'time of your life' all throughout high school and college" Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my chair trying to free myself again.

"CLARK! YOU SICK FUCK!!! What do you want from me???"

Clark's face changes to his typical stern expression as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the head. Everything goes dark.......

I start to regain my consciousness again. My vision is clear this time but my head feels like it's about to explode! The nausea is too much for me.

I lean over to my side and start to vomit. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my brains out! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST kind of hangover ever! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the room. I smell the aroma of bacon and maple syrup, and my fresh vomit of course. I look to the corner and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the room. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast diner with a large tray. He sits down eating pancakes with eggs and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.