“The only way to save her was to kill her. It was not something I wanted to do, but I needed to do it.
The appalling smell of drugs hit me once I woke up. Was this hell or heaven, probably hell because I detest the smell of drugs? I looked around, and I noticed I was in none; I was in a hospital. How was that possible? I’m supposed to be dead. A truck hit me. I tried standing, but the pain in my head pushed me back to bed. Before I tried standing again, a nurse passing saw me then ran back to call the doctor. The doctor examined me while I lay back watching the ceiling.
My blackmailer and now kidnapper sat across from me in a small dark room, staring at me with an expression I could not decipher. I had gotten a text from Zik, telling me to walk to the end of my street, I thought it was another stupid dare so I followed. While waiting by the side of the road a huge, scary-looking man walked up to me and directed me towards a car then forced me in and blindfolded me. I cried and screamed for help but it was like the car was soundproof because no one heard; I begged for them to at least tell me where they were taking me to, but it all fell on deaf ears so I just sat in my misery.
After she left, I had my bath and got ready to sleep once I laid on my bed I felt my phone vibrate I took it from the top of my drawer with shaky hands, when I checked it, it was who I feared it would be. He sent two videos to me, the first one was of me taking the old woman’s phone which he labeled as A while the second one was Grace’s sex tape which he labeled as B.
I sat on the table across from the guy I almost got killed watching as he slept on the couch in my living room; I knew it was a weird thing to do, but I just wanted to be there when he woke up. After they beat him to a pulp and left him to die, I called my driver to pick us both up. When we got home, I called our family doctor to treat him.
The pain in my head when I woke up the next morning was unimaginable. I had slept off on the couch in my living room and once I opened my eyes, the light from the windows attacked me; it felt like I had slept off and woken up a vampire. My stomach was aching and my head was pounding, everything irritated me. I walked to my room like a zombie then entered the bathroom to have my bath; just after I stepped out, I felt nauseous, ran back in and started throwing up, mostly on my body. Out of frustration, I sat on the floor of the bathroom crying, right there I swore to myself never to drink again.