Sofia’s pov
It was obvious now that Ryan is definitely more than a bodyguard.
How he had managed to fool even Luca is still weird to me. With that thought in mind, I felt my chest start to expand from the thought of Luca and I tried to imagine what he’s currently doing, and now he’s faring in my absence.
With a sigh, I shoved the covers off my body and slid out the bed, stretching a little to get the knots out of my joints. It’s almost three full days since I’ve been kidnapped and somehow, I had a feeling a lot of people is already aware of it.
Ryan leaves the house every here and there, and I wondered if he’s still working beside Luca right now like the bodyguard Luca knows him as, if he’s currently pretending to not know where I am and is joining in searching for me with the rest of Luca team meanwhile he had kidnapped and locked away in here.
That thought made anger bubble in my stomach but I knew there was nothing I could do to help my situation. Ryan had said I was literally powerless with a wide open door, and I’d very much like to prove him wrong, but the fear of angering him sat heavily in my chest, keeping me from even considering trying to see if there’s a way I’d be able to sneak out.
As I washed my face in the bathroom, I refused to glance at my reflection because I know I definitely looked like a ghost. As water dripped down my bruised cheek, I tried to imagine how Luca was gonna handle Ryan when he’d finally come rescue me.
As I existed the restroom, I tried to ask myself if sitting still and doing nothing is the best thing to do. I had no idea of what the time currently says, but it’s pitch dark outside and I wasn’t sure if Ryan was here in the house right now or not. That left me stuck between attempting helping myself escape or sitting back and praying
I get rescued as soon as possible.
After sitting still and getting lost in thought for a really long while and hearing not a single sound, I concluded that Ryan wasn’t in the house. As I hesitantly stepped out of the bedroom, I sent a silent prayer to heaven that the house be currently empty as I took silent steps down a narrow looking hallway. The lightning was dimmed, which is the perfect temperature for my current situation. As I rounded a corner into a room which took me into a sitting room, my lips curled as I glanced around. The television was turned on and muted, and that made fear slide into my throat at the thought of someone being out here. With that thought in mind, I ran back to my bedroom.
About thirty minutes later, I exited the bedroom and inched towards a room which turned out to be a kitchen. There, I picked up a knife and a fork. Before exiting the kitchen, I asked myself if I could make use of the cutleries I had in my hands. I knew I couldn’t bring myself to stab anyone, and I wasn’t sure of what harm a fork could cause, but I dropped neither of those cutleries as I made my way towards a large door which I assumed was the door leading in and out of the house.
I stopped before the door and puffed out a silent breath. I tried the door but it was locked, making me hate the fact that I couldn’t pick locks, something Angelo can do with his eyes closed. Angelo can never even be in a situation this, unlike me, he’s actually not dumb enough to trust anyone so damn much the way I did Ryan.
Not knowing what else to do in order to get the door open, I shoved the end of the fork into the door and began to twist it around, while hoping for a miracle. My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears and my hands shook so much that the knife clanked on the tiles at a point, and the sound loudly echoed through the house. I tensed up fast and held my breath after that, hoping for someone to emerge from inside the house, but when no one showed up after long minutes, it made me realize that indeed, no one was home.
With renewed vigor, I began to turn the form in the keyhole once again.
“Please open, I beg of you.” I whispered underneath my breath while still turning the fork around. A moment later, a sound of the door unlocking echoed loudly and a loud, a relieved sigh fell past my lips. I hadn’t believed that the fork could actually get the door open when I began to use it. I gripped the knife tightly as I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open.
The relieved feeling in my chest went out like a light in the twinkle of an eye, getting replaced by mind numbing dread as my eyes settled on Ryan, standing right outside the door, a set of keys dangling from his hands. A smile tugged at the side of his lips as he regarded me while shaking his head.
“Going somewhere, princess?”
My hands shook so much that the knife slipped from my grip with a loud clang. I almost went deaf from how loudly my heart was pounding in my ears. As Ryan slowly inched towards me, so did I take a step back, eyes wide and limbs trembling from fear. The anger in his eyes was stark even though he was still grinning, giving him the perfect look of a mentally ill person.
“Were you trying to run away from… me?” He asked as he slowly shut the door behind him and I hastily shook my head in response.
“Do you hate me that much? Like I’m some sort of monster despite how much I love you?” He continued, voice sharp and I whimpered in fright, wrapping my arms around myself and praying he doesn’t harm me tonight.
“I- I don’t, I –”
“Hush it, Sofia.” He ordered, eyes sharp and blazing and at once, the rest of the words melted off on my tongue.
As he inched closer to me, his hand settled on my head, tugging me into his arms and I remained stiff and scared out of my mind as he embraced me. As his fingers moved through my hair, I silently asked myself if this was gonna be my new life henceforth as tears slowly tumbled down my cheeks.