The Story Of Two

The Lips Of Fate Touch Everyone,But This Is The Story Of Two....Jeremy and Tabitha, two people who would have never met if Jeremy hadn't been running late. Jeremy, lost in thought, runs into Tabitha, who wasn't watching where she was going. They fall in love at first sight, they don't realize this. Tabitha's ex-boyfriend, Faust, kidnaps her. Jeremy is a suspect until they get a tip from Faust's assistant, Mark, who is forced to help Faust.

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14. Rescue Myself

Tabitha's POV

I lay on the bed, and when Faust walks in I internally cringe. He walks over and kisses me, then he slowly takes his cloths off. As he climbed on top of me I shut my eyes. He leaned close over me and growled "Look at me, and watch me as I take you." I opened my eyes and tried not to feel anything as he raped me. On my first 'wedding night'. Against my will the pleasure built.

A gasp leaped from my throat as I climaxed, a moment later he joined me. He rolled off of me, panting. His hand turned my face to his. "Wonderful, Tabitha, wonderful. I love you, babe, and you love me. I'll see you in the morning." He stood and pulled his pants on, then he left.

I lay there. I got up and went to the sink. I washed as best as I could. I looked in the cracked mirror. My face was wet, I touched the streaks. Tears. I was crying.

Suddenly my numbness receded and left me angry. Angry at him, angry at myself, angry at Jeremy, angry at the police, angry at Mark, angry at the world. I let out a yell and flipped the table over. It brought me no pleasure at all. Ugh! Unlike him. Just thinking about him made me feel discussing and dirty.

I saw the dress, hanging limply from its hook. I grabbed it and ripped it to shreds. Still, I was upset. I sat on the bed and yelled again. I yelled and yelled till my throat bled.

I sobbed once and noticed the chair. It was solid. Hard wood. I jumped up and grabbed it. I swung it at the wall, 16 inches from the corner. Thank god my dad taught me about architecture!

I slammed the chair into the wall as many times as I could. I stopped, breathless. The room wasn't sound proofed, I knew that much. I set the heavy chair down and looked at the wall. It was cracked, really badly. I smiled at my progress, stepping back I picked up the chair and continued to slam the wall, until the chair got stuck.

I had gotten threw!

I pulled the chair out and looked threw my hole. It was small, so I started again. This time faster and harder.

I stopped when the hole was big enough for me to climb threw. I took my shirt and pants off the floor and dressed, realizing I was still naked from....earlier. I dressed in record time. "Damn Guinness world records." I mumbled as I climbed from the hole onto the small landing.

I had the small knife from dinner a night ago. Better than nothing. I treaded down the stairs as slowly and quietly as I could. The stairs didn't creak, thank god.

Before I stepped from the stair well I looked into the open floor space. Mark wasn't their, only Faust, who was leaned back in a chair, sleeping.

I forgot, he sleeps like the dead. I walked over silently and grabbed some duck tape from the table. First I did his left hand, then the right, then one leg then the other. He was duck taped to the chair.

Some zip ties were on the floor, unused. I grabbed them and put them over the duck tape. I slammed the chair down, he woke up.

He tried to move, then he finally say me. "How? What? BITCH!"

I grinned. "Your chair. Stupid. And thanks for the duck tape. Your not going anywhere." I had taken the gun and had it aimed at his head from across the room. He smiled a 'sweet' smile. "Oh, sweet heart, you don't want to kill me, you love me."

"No, I don't!" I yelled. Right then I was blinded by bright lights.

"This is the county police chief, please drop all weapons, you are surrounded."

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