Captive by Onyx martin (best beach reads of all time .TXT) 📖

Chapter 6

I woke up with a slight headache and a craving for chocolate. Specifically milk chocolate with caramel in it. Maybe it was because of my new hair color. I rolled over to face the sliding door. Bright light seeped into the room between the blinds. It was plenty of light. No need for florescent lights or opening the blinds any.
I glanced at the digital clock beside my bed with 11:32 blinking in red. Beside it on the tiny bedside table was a torn, half sheet of paper. I stretched and grabbed it between my index and middle finger and yanked it towards me. It slipped and did a little somersault in the air before landing by my elbow. I picked it up again and read it.

Practicing with Band.
Will be back by 12
- Nick

Did he think I cared where he was at? Did he think I cared whether he was dead or alive?
I paused for a moment to imagine him getting run over by a bus. Or a train! I imagined how his bones would be crushed and how his organs and blood would splatter all over the wheels and the road.
My heart sank a little. Why? Why, heart, why? I had no feelings for this man! Did I? NO!
I just needed to hear Louis’s voice. Yeah! That would set me straight again! I reached for the phone and quickly dialed Louis’s cell number.
Ring, ring.
“Uh… hello?”
“LOUIS!”
“Axel! My, god, I miss you…”
“I miss you more, Louis! So so so much! How are you, how’s Mom?”
“Well… other than being heartbroken because my girlfriend decided to run away and not come back… I guess I’m okay. As for Jenny… she’s coping. We’ve been talking a lot, too.”
“Wait, wait, Louis… you think I ran away? You think this was my choice?”
“Nobody in their right mind would LIKE being kidnapped. Nobody would choose to remain kidnapped and not let their boyfriend and family help. You must’ve run away. I’m not stupid.”
“Louis… that’s not it! Not it at all!”
My own boyfriend didn’t believe me. He couldn’t even be there for me in my time of need! I was always there for him! Even when I knew he was lying to cover up something, I still stuck by his side, holding his hand, wiping away his tears! But he didn’t, he couldn’t believe me. He never did. He never trusted me.
“Whatever, Axel. Forget it. How are you?” His voice was distant and burdened.
“Well… I’m in New Orleans! Can you believe that?”
“Wow, that’s… that’s cool, Axel. I got to go, baby… I love you.”
“Okay… I love yo-“
He hung up before I could even finish my sentence. I wanted to break down and cry. I didn’t want to lose Louis. Maybe this was my punishment for cheating on him with Nick. Ugh! Disgusting!
There was a presence. I felt it. I turned to my left and only now noticed Nick standing there, glaring at me with his evil, hateful black eyes.
At first, he said nothing. Just stood and glared at me from the entrance-way. I gave him a warm smile wondering why he was so furious, wondering what he would or could do next.
“Hi, Nick. How was practice?”
He tightened his jaw and lunged for me. He pushed me down against the bed and began to punch me. Over and over and over. It felt like someone was smashing my face with cement blocks.
He wrapped a hand around my neck, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall, slapping me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted, trying to kick him but of course it did nothing.
“You told them where we are?” he slapped me again, “Did I even say you could use the phone, bitch?”
His fist met my face one last time in a final, agonizing blow before he finally released me and backed off. I collapsed, holding my bruised, swollen, bloody face. I couldn’t fight the tears.
He towered over me for some time, just watching me like I was some kind of animal. When he finally disappeared to God-knows-where again, I curled back up on the bed under all the blankets and covers and cried myself to sleep, holding my mp3 loaded to a picture of Louis.

“No! Nick, let him go! He has nothing to do with this!” I cried over his hisses and shrieks of agony as Nick slipped the knife over and across his skin. His arms were already completely laced, Nick was already set on working on his back.
I was forced to watch bound to a chair across from them, just as how Louis was strapped in. Rope around our chest and legs. Hands and ankles tightly wrapped in rope as well.
The more Louis groaned and hissed, the more Nick would laugh, prancing around his circle, butcher knife in hand, soaked in fresh ruby blood.
Louis took one long last look at me and spat out a bit of blood, “I never loved you anyways, Axel. You’re a stuck-up bitch who doesn’t deserve to be respected nor cared about. Especially by the likes of me.”
“Louis! … I do love you!”
But his eyes had already closed and he was already hunched over, still and limp.
Nick burst into a fit of laugher and slapped his own knees, “What a sight! Such a pitiful waste of human flesh, don’t you think, Axel?”
I glared at him, my cheeks already drenched in running tears. I wanted to be in that chair instead of Louis. I should be the one lifeless and cold, not Louis!
Nick watched my expression and shook his head. He stepped over to Louis, and sat him back upright. He slid open his eyes, set dead on me. They were empty… spiritless. It was a sickening, scary thing to look at and think about. I knew those eyes would forever haunt me until the day I died. Hopefully that would be today.
He pressed the knife against Louis’s throat. He looked at me, eyebrow raised, “Yes?”
My eyes widened as I realized what he was asking, “NO! NO! NICK, YOU’RE INSANE! YOU BASTARD!”
His smile faded, “You always were the party-pooper Axel. Loosen up! Have fun! Just watch! You’ll love it, I promise!” he grinned and dug the knife into Louis’s throat. Blood began to squirt out, right in my direction, barely missing my feet as it splattered onto the floor.
“Ha-haHAha-HA!” Nick sang, dragging the knife back and forth. Like a logger would saw a tree. But this was no tree trunk. This was Louis’s neck! This was Louis’s blood spraying everywhere like a sprinkler!
I closed my eyes and held them tight, but even that couldn’t hold back the tears. I lay my head back as far as I could and screamed. My heart felt like it was being thrown into a paper shredder in slow-motion.
A few minutes later I realized Nick had quit laughing. I had ceased to feel the splatter of the blood against my pants, my face. But I still dare not open my eyes. I couldn’t look. I had to keep the good memories. Had to keep the last memory of Louis as Louis being alive.
Yes! At the fair when Louis and I were on the Ferris Wheel and he was laughing so hard because the kid in the car below was crying and screaming and having a panic attack. It was cruel but just way too funny.
Something was placed upon my lap. Cold and soaked. I bit my lip and slowly opened my eyes only to gasp and close them again.
For what was on my lap would eternally haunt me. In my dreams it would slip into, and every waking moment of my remaining lifetime would the scene replay. Without my even wishing upon it or recalling it, I would never forget it. I couldn’t . Just impossible.
Why couldn’t I just be dead too? What is a life where every moment is spent stuck on this one night… this one scene… but the night Louis died would be the night I died as well.

Chapter 7

“Axel…” He whispered, quietly shutting the door behind him. The little creak of the door as it had opened was enough to wake me. I had always been a light sleeper, and plus, I’d pretty much slept the entire day.
I pretended to still be asleep. Maybe he would go away. I really didn’t want to talk to Nick right now. I was afraid he’d punch me again. There was almost no flesh left on my face that he could attack, it was all bruised already.
“Axel, we need to talk.” He flipped a switch and the room was immediately filled with bright, yellow-tinted light that stung my eyes. I pulled the blanket over my head and said nothing.
Nick sat down behind me on the bed, “I don’t know what happened, but I’m sorry. I can’t believe I did that… I just… I lost my temper. I was already stressed from practice… then I come to find you telling them our location and I just… I don’t know.”
I sighed and sat upright to see Nick with his head in his hands. His hair was knotted and wild. A little leaf tangled up in it was bothering me so I leaned over and picked it out, tossing it aside.
Nick slowly turned to me, his eyes red. When he saw my face, the extent of the damage, he gulped and his eyes welled up.
I shook my head, “It’s okay, I understand. I forgive you, Nick. Please don’t cry or feel guilty or anything…”
“How do I make it up to you?”
I thought it over for a moment, then said, “How about dinner again tomorrow? For now, just get some sleep. You look dead.”
He nodded, “Okay… will you lie with me?”
“Of course.”
He lie down beside me and I copied, facing him.
“I’m still so, so sorry, Axel… I must be the most horrible person in the world.”
“No you’re not, Nick. Don’t talk like that.”
Why was I saying these things? No, it couldn’t be… I liked him! My God… no! No, it isn’t true! Then why was I leaning over? Why did I kiss him so slowly for so long… 15 seconds was it… and I didn’t even feel guilt!
Louis… when he finds out, what will he do? Will he beat me up? Break up with me? Oh my god, I’m so dead!
But his arms felt safe