Chapter 97: Chapter 97

"Unbelievable!."

Andrew cries out.

Izzy is tight-lipped. She seats on the couch watching all her efforts going in vain she wishes could be smarter and stayed home with me.

Yet, who could have imagined Jordan would do such.

"Everything went on so fast!."

She doesn't comprehend what had just happened.

My dad moves into the room where Andrew is.

Andrew immediately wipes his tears as he sees my dad and he seats up.

"You need to get yourself together!."

My father moves to him.

He nods at dad.

They both step down to the parlour.

"What are we going to do now?. And she is pregnant!."

Andrew yells, not to anyone but to himself which he considered dumb at the moment.

"Calm down!."

My father tapes his shoulders.

"I have to call our family detective!. I have to inform my parents about this!."

Andrew says

"Good idea!."

they all nod at him.

"From Grace to Frank, then back to Grace and my grandchildren now!. What have we done to this guy or tho merit this!."

My mum cries, nonstop and this makes her inconsolable.

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Places are getting darker, the cold the breeze blows in and out of the house.

I get up from my sleep. I rubbing my eyes hoping it was a terrible nightmare.

Places are clean and it scents well.

My vision gets clearer. Then I realise that all this wasn't a nightmare but simply my reality. This shatters my heart.

“Why me?. How did I get myself into this?.”

"Where am I!."

I shudder out from bed sobbing in a loud voice.

Jordan moves in. From a door I didn't notice earlier.

"You are with me, baby!."

He moves closer to me and tries to perk me.

"Get off, beast!."

I nudge him away with all the strength in me.

"I know you missed me. I missed you too!."

He laughs maliciously... This hurts...

"Are you crazy?. Yes..., you are crazy!. OMG, help!.”

I answer my silly questions back because it's obvious that he is insane... A psychopath.

"What, am I doing here?. Jordan I thought all this was over!... Why?.... Can't you see my condition?..."

I yell at him moving to one corner of the bed, far away from him.

He seems not moved by my words. Yet I keep on talking hoping it gets into his heart. If at all he has one.

As I speak, I keep my stare on a pitcher which is on a table next to me.

Then Jordan turns his back at me.

"It's the best time, to act and escape!."

I tell myself

<I rapidly pick the pitcher. I hit him hard on his head and he falls on the ground bleeding. Bleeding to death. I glance at him agonising till he dies. I finally manage to run away!.>. Yet, all this is just the fruit of my imagination.

However, I have it all figured out, in my mind!. It's very simple in my mind but very complicated in real...

Now,

My eyes are still on the pitcher. My hands are shivering. I strive in my mind.

I hesitated!. I fear!.

My body gets heavier.

I don't think I will be smart enough to pick the pitcher and hit him to died. He will catch me before then.

What if my hit it hard enough to make him stumble helplessly?. This will just make him more hostile towards me.

Jordan turns and walks back to me. With a smile of excitement.

He has a plate in his hands.

"Taste this, I made it for you!."

He tells me

"I'm not hungry!. I just want to leave!."

I scream hitting the plate to the ground without releasing it. It's was so quick.

The look on his face changes to a more hostile one. I knew he was going to kill me at the spot. Instead, I glance at him battling so hard with himself not to get red mad. He clenches his left-hand fist so tight that I could feel it cutting into his palms.

"Don't be afraid!. I made this just for you and I have some more in the kitchen. Just for you. The love of my life!."

He's still seated next to me with his face fixed on me. I cry deep down and physical but he doesn't care.

"Is this why you had to force me out of my house?. To bring me to this place just for your food?."

I yell at him since he seems not to want to hurt me at the moment.

I seriously shake my heard as if I want to brutally whack him. How I wish I could?!.

I suddenly stop and keep quiet. Taking a deep breath to relax!.

"No tension!."

I tell myself

"Sorry!."

I tell him, I try to be calm make this will make him change his mind and release me safe.

I take a deep breath again.

Then,

I start speaking in a low turn hopping he will understand me this time.

"All this you are doing for me, it with food intentions but I don't want it. I don't need it!."

I point everything out

"It's only what you want!. It's not what I want... You can't force me to love you!... Jordan I know you still have all your sense and you can get what I'm saying!... So please, please, if you really do love me, let me go back to my family!."

I explain, I plead, I beg... Etc...

I just need him to be reasonable.

"I want to be part of your life or your family. Or better still, I want us to make our family together!. Me and you!."

He interprets my words in his own sadistic way.

This hurts me...

"What is wrong with this dude!."

I yell this within me.

"You are a big fool!."

I tell myself. h

Yet, I have to be calm for my baby and at the same time even if I yell at him, he won't understand what I say. Or worse he won't give me a listening ear and might end up tied.

I don't want to be tied up or being caged again.

"Jordan, you can't be part of my family. But you can make your family with any other women of your choice... Surely not me. I have a man already and I'm carrying his baby as you can see. Jordan, please let me go."

I keep pleading and explaining the obvious.

"I came before him. You are mine. He can't take you away from me... Don't bother about the baby, I will take care of it."

He explains

"We can have more babies, what do you think?."

He smiles at me very seriously.

"Are you serious, Jordan!."

I raise my voice

"I don't want you, period!."

I exclaim

"Why?."

He asks at the sound of my voice.

This blasts the hell out of me. He asks "why", so he didn't comprehend what I have been killing myself saying.

"This child has a father and it's not you. The last time I checked, you took me out of my boyfriend house. Ooh, you didn't take me out!. You kidnapped me!.”

I reply his silly question with so much bitterness and aggression.

"You kidnapped me!."

I yell at him again...

All the veins of my body are carving out as if it wants to burst. I guess it will burst soon if I stay here with him.

"Why this weird obsession?."

I still yell as I add...

"Jordan, why!. Why are you doing all this?. This is everything but surely not love!."

"I love you, Grace!."

He moves closer to me, thinking that his words will move me.

"Then set me free!."

I move backwards and I seat on the bed edge.

"I cant!... I love you and I can't let you go!. I love. I won't!."

He gets weak at his own words.

Like something came over him.

"What do you mean?!."

I can't comprehend his insanity...

He keeps quite.

I'm sick and weak. My lean my head in my hands thinking on how to escape this place.

Then, a few minutes,

Jordan gets weird.

"You make me think of my wife. I loved her with all my heart. She was like you, she looked so naive and weak, but she was more than what she appeared to be. She loved it when it was hard and rough, yet she pretended not to like it, just like you!.

I always gave her the way she loved it, yet she pretends not to like it. However, I didn't listen to her I kept on giving it to her because I knew she loved it that way. Till I found out that she wanted to leave me for another man... Why?. I was good for her. That is when a caged her up. I know you will think that I'm a bad person but I am not. she caused it to herself. I just did what I had to do to keep her!."

He explains with so much enthusiasm.

"And what does this have to do with me?."

I wonder aloud

"You make me think of her, you love it but you pretend not to. Do you remember that night in 'the club' the guy who lightly tied you up and asked you to stroke him?. I gave it hard. You loved it, I saw it in your eyes. Then from that day, I knew that you were the one for me. The other girls, I also met them at the club. Yet only Gloria was up to standard till I found you!."

He explains with and I keep lamenting deep down in me.

"I'm the only person who truly knows you. You can't keep pretending. Grace stop deluding, I'm your best option and you will be better with me."

he glances at me with his malicious gazes.

Then he turns to leave.

"That was a privilege I gave you. Not everybody whacks me."

He smiles malevolently

With that, he leaves.

"Oh, my God, what have I got into!."

I helplessly scream as he leaves the room.

I later recall I had put Andrew's watch!. It was a gift from him. He asked me to always put it on. Weird! but I love it.

I hold on to the watch, it makes me feel like he is around.

"Sorry, my baby!."

I whisper to my belly with tears gushing down of my eyes.

My unborn child is already going through hell because of his mother and her bad decisions.