Love You To Death... Literally
If I Can't Have You... No One Can!
The scream that left Juliet was the last coherent memory she had before someone gathered her up and escorted her from the building away from her brother's blood covered body. The shot that rang out made her retreat into her mind and put herself on autopilot. The sirens ringing out around everyone probably from someone who had heard the gunshots and called 9-1-1. The hands that were on each arm guiding her towards the door. She looked back over her shoulder towards the people surrounding her brother. "Cyril." She said softly. The paramedics rushing in past her as she was taken outside. The cool night air blowing against her cheeks. She reached into her clutch for her phone and pulled it out. She wanted to try and keep up with her brother's progress.
A tsking sound was made beside her, "Best not to have that." Her phone was taken from her hand. She had thought that she had been lead outside by one of her friends but the voice wasn't female. It was male. She shrugged the thoughts going through her mind off just thinking that it was one of her brother's friends. She was sat down in a vehicle just outside of the resort. The image of her brother clear in her mind's eye while everything else was just a blur of colors mixing together. The crimson hue against his white suit. Her last thoughts of the night being would he survive this. "It's time to go home." The voice murmured as she heard the driver's door close. Her brain clicking that something was wrong. It was off. The voice belonged to someone who she knew to be in jail.
Panic finally setting in she turned in her seat to look at the driver. Really look at the driver of the vehicle. "No..." She started to blindly search for the handle to open the door. "You're not supposed to be here." She couldn't find the damn thing where was it.
"No, you're not supposed to be here." His voice was cold. Nothing but a black heart. "It's time to go home, Juliet." Calm. Cool. Collected. All the things that described the storm that was to come.
She found the handle finally and pulled on it. The door didn't open. It didn't even pretend to budge. She ran her hand along looking for a lock anything to help her get out of this nightmare. "Daniel, you aren't supposed to be here. You're supposed to be..." He cut her off a quick slap to her face. Her hand rising to her cheek as she felt the heat from where his hand had struck her.
"Jail." He said calmly, "Yeah, change of plans." He started the vehicle. "You should buckle up Juliet." His voice so collected. The memories of the things that happened after he got like this was a like a sharp knife to her heart.
She pressed the button she found for the window but it didn't go down. She turned from him taking a chance at looking away from him. She pulled at the handle again before she started to beat her hands on the window trying to get anyone's attention as they came out of the resort. A hand in her hair pulling her head back towards him. She felt his hot breath on her ear before he spoke. "It's time to go." It was the last thing he said to her before he slammed her head into the passenger window. She heard the crack of her head hitting the window and everything faded away.
A light came through the curtain of the room she found herself sitting in. Her hands bound behind her. A damp cloth dabbing at her forehead cleaning the blood she was sure had been there. She shook her head her eyes taking a minute to focus on her surrounds before they found him. Daniel sat in front of her cleaning the wound he created by slamming her head against the window. "My brother..." She murmured remembering bits of the events from last night. "I have to know if he's okay."
Daniel shook his head with pity, "The guy who was shot?" He showed his disgust. "You moved to this hell hole of a city for him. He can't be your brother. You're an only child." He chided her like she was a child.
She shook her head, "Adopted." She started to notice the slight throb at her temples. "Where's my phone?" She asked tiredly. She did not have the energy to fight him. At least for right now. She would have to figure her way out of this after she found out about her brother.
He held up her phone, "Right here." He unlocked her phone easily, "You really should learn not to use your birthday for your passcode. Anyone could easily post to your social media." He pulled up her own social media. "Look it's just so easy to say you're locking yourself in your office and to try and pretend like last night didn't happen." He pressed the send button and tossed the phone to the side. "As for the guy who you moved here for he's apparently in stable condition." He picked up the damp cloth and dabbed at the blood some more.
She shifted away from him but his hand firmly gripped her chin, "You'll stop if you know what's good for you Juliet. It's not my fault you don't listen to what you're told." The grip tightened, "I'd really hate for something else to happen to you." He let go of her face before standing. He reached over for a gag shoving it in her mouth, "You'll behave while we are still here if you don't want anything else horrible to happen." He walked towards the window closing the curtains completely, "Keep quiet. I'll be back in an hour." She watched as he walked out the front door. Silent tears streaming down her face. One of her nightmares was back and he seemed intent on kidnapping her or killing her.