Page 17 of Summer Kisses

Chapter Thirteen

Verity

“Verity, it’s time to get up.” I shake my head, not wanting to. Why am I so tired? What the fuck happened? Everything comes back to me like a freight train and I gasp. My eyes snapping open. Where is George? Did Kyle hurt him? I go to stand up and realize I am chained to something. My arms above my head, my legs free. I start to panic, tugging on the chain trying to see if there is anyway. I can get out of my bindings.

“You are only hurting yourself, Verity. Those cuffs aren't going anywhere.” I know that voice. I look up and see George standing over me with his lip split. His always perfect hair sticking up everywhere. His normally nice clothes are all rumpled and have a little bit of blood on them. I look up at him in relief.

“Oh, thank God! I thought that Kyle hurt you too. Help me get out of these.” I say shaking my arms.

“Now why would I do that after it took me so long to get you here.” What? I look up at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” What the actual fuck?

“It’s time you realize who you belong to, Verity and it sure ain't the limp dick fire chief.” I start to panic. How the hell did I not know he was crazy? Or that he even had a thing for me. I mean for God’s sake, I thoughthe was gay. He was always so nice to me and let me bitch about stupid shit. I always just kind of thought of him as a really good girlfriend.

“George how about you just let me go and we can pretend nothing happened.”

He growls, and I automatically know that was the wrong thing to say. He squats down, leaning in close to my face. I see his evil grin. “Don’t you see, Honey, I am tired of pretending. I know you have just been pretending with that other guy. You know deep down in your heart that we belong together.”

This dude has clearly fallen off of the deep end. No way in fuck is that true. “If I gave you the impression or if you feel like I have led you on in any way, I am so sorry, but I don't feel that way about you. I have always just thought of you as a friend.”

The smack comes out of nowhere. I cry out as it leaves a tingly burning sensation in its wake.

“Shut up! You lying whore, why are you always lying? I know you love me. I knew you’d see it once I got you away from everyone.” He screams at me. I sink into the bed, trying to get as far away from him as I can. Hot tears running down my face. Fucking hell, that hurts. His face softens, and he caresses my cheek where he just hit me, causing me to cringe.

“I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just upset. Don't be upset with me, Verity. I hate having to hurt you.” Okay, Verity think. Obviously, he is unstable and reasoning with him isn't going to work. I need to gain his trust, so he will undo my bindings, then I can get out of here. That's what they do in the movies. I am not a good actress, but I will act my ass off to try and get out of here.

“It’s okay. I forgive you. I won't do it again.” He smiles and stands up.

“How about dinner? I know you must be hungry.”

“I am. Can I sit up please?” He looks like he is going to protest so I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

“Georgie. I can't eat if I am laying down you wouldn't want me to choke, would you?” No one is ever going to expect that my stalker is George.Hell, I am having a hard time believing it myself. No one will be looking in the right place. I am on my own.

“Yes, you’re right.” He nods his head and reaches over loosening the chain that is holding me down on the bed. “Here baby let me help you up.” He grabs my shoulders, sitting me up, the chain holding my handcuffs in place falls between my legs and my hair falls in my face. He awkwardly pushes it back behind my ear. It takes everything that I have in me not to move away from him. “There, all better.”

No. Not all better dumb ass. I really just want to kick him in the balls but that never seems to work out so well in the movies. He turns around and I get my first look at the place I am being held captive. It looks like a makeshift loft apartment. The paint on the walls is chipped, it has boarded up windows and only one door. When I look down on the mattress I have been laying on for God knows how long, I want to vomit. There are stains all over the place. I doNOTwant to know what those stains are from. I look up when he walks back towards me he is holding a bottle of water. “Where are we?” I ask taking the water from him.

“Just outside of town.” He states matter-of-factly. “Can never be too careful.” He mumbles to himself as he turns away from me again. He rummages through something before coming back with a sandwich. “Here baby. I know how much you love turkey and tomatoes.” Ew, that is so gross that is the last thing I want to eat. First off turkey should never go on a sandwich it's only something you eat for Thanksgiving and tomatoes are only good in ketchup. I take it from him with a polite smile.

“Thank you.” I put it down on the bed and look up at him. “George is there a place that I can go to the bathroom? I really need to go.”

“Oh, I am so sorry dear, of course, you need to use the bathroom. You have been out for a couple hours.” He says like it is no big deal. “The bathroom is right behind that divider.” He says around a mouth full of food. I look at my chains then back at him. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Real classy. “The chain should reach over there.”

Oh Jesus, how long has he been planning on doing this?

“Okay, thanks.” I walk over there and surprisingly this is the onlyspace in this hell hole that is somewhat clean. I do my business. While I am washing my hands, I look around trying to see if there is any way out of here, but there is none. The only way I am getting out of here is through that front door. When I walk around the side, I run into him. Literally, I run right into him. I scream out and jump back.

“Oh my God! You scared the shit out of me.” I say taking a deep breath. Hysterics are not going to get me out of this. Fuck he smells nasty. I never realized how much I hate his cologne. He just gives me that smile and grabs my cuffed hands.

“Come.” He walks us over to a table and I sit down. We stay there, him talking about himself and how much he knew that I was going to be his for what feels like forever as I try and choke down the sandwich he got for me. I wouldn't have eaten it if the seal had been broken off. It looks like it came from a gas station and it was still cold so there must be one pretty close. I spend the next couple hours listening to him tell me how wonderful our life is going to be together and how he can't wait to make love to me.

I just nod at everything he is saying as I am slowly trying to get my wrists free from my cuffs, under the table but it is no use I am going to have to see if he will loosen them.

“George, these cuffs are hurting me can you loosen them a, little please?” He looks at me suspiciously. “You don't have to take them off just loosen them a little bit, my hands are starting to get tingly.” He nods his head and pulls a key out of his pocket, loosening the cuffs a little. Damn, that was easier than I thought it would be.

The next twenty-four hours go by in a blur. The weirdest thing about the whole situation is that you'd think he would have tried to do something to me, but he hasn't. Maybe, I am starting to get through to him. He brings over something that looks like a cat barfed up and puts it in front of me. My stomach turns, and I run to the bathroom throwing up.

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