His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (ebook reader library TXT) 📕

bleeding," I continue, my words icy and laced with nothing but venom.

"My wrists have been bleeding because these ropes are so tight and you won't take them off me! Do I look like I'm going to run? Huh?!" I yell, my voice rising.

DC Jones looks taken aback, shocked from my outburst considering I've been silent this whole time. Suddenly his eyes filled with regret and sadness and I scoff at him —

"Regret it now, do you?"

"I am your father," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"My father's dead!" I shot back at him, swallowing the painful lump I get whenever I speak of him.

"No he's not, I'm your real father! Not that waste of space!" DC Jones snaps, kicking over the chair in the corner. It lands on the floor with a thud and I turn to face him one last time.

"Don't you dare bad mouth him! My father will always be a better father than you, a better man. He's dead and he does a better job than you are right now." I respond, my words angering DC Jones further. His jaw clenches tightly and the vein in his neck pumps with the adrenaline from his anger.

"If you gave me a gun now, I'd shoot you. That's how much I hate you." I say calmly, my words monotoned.

"You're already dead to me," I add before turning over and lying on the cold floor, my back facing DC Jones. I can hear him breathing heavily behind me, digesting my words. He suddenly yells loudly and I hear something heavy smash to the floor.

As he continues to pound the furniture in the room, I close my eyes and let the tears fall silently. It isn't hard to drown out the deafening noises behind me.

I already feel dead inside.

*****

Darkness greets me and the wind whistled through the window into the room, causing me to shiver for the hundred time. The room had dropped in temperature so quickly, I didn't have time to prepare myself. My body felt stiff from lack of movement and the cold air did nothing but make it worse. I shut my eyes tightly and huddle closer to the wall, not caring anymore about the filth it was covered in.

I'm desperate to keep in some of my body heat.

The door suddenly shot open and my eyes flings awake, turning towards him. DC Jones stands there, his own eyes wide with panic. He shut the door before pushing over a large dresser in front of it effortlessly. He turns around and signals for me to stay quiet. I scrunch my brows tightly...

What the hell was going on?

"What are you doing?" I ask huskily, my throat aching as I speak.

"Shut up." DC Jones hisses angrily at me before grabbing something from the back of his jeans. My eyes widen as I make out the small black shape in his hands, a gun. This is it, he's going to kill me.

He walks towards me and I whimper, shutting my eyes as I wait for the barrel of the gun to meet my head.

"Emily." DC Jones hisses and I open my eyes slowly, tears falling fast down my face.

"Don't kill me," I plead and he hisses angrily, lunging himself towards me. I barely have a chance to scream before his large hand is clamped over my mouth, muffling any sound I make. His other hand begins to untie the ropes behind my back, loosening the knots.

"You're coming with me," he growls, his hold on me iron tight. The tears fall faster and my heart thumps wildly in my chest, threatening to break through. I can feel the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.

"Please," I whimper, pleading for my life.

"Shut up." DC Jones repeats into my ear. One of his hands holds the gun and I cry, terrified of it being so close to me. I hear something rustle outside of the door and my eyes widen immediately.

Someone is here.

This was it, this was my chance to get the hell out of here. I instantly scream loudly, shouting for help. DC Jones hand tightens over my mouth, muffling my screams. I lash out wildly, head butting DC Jones in the process. His immediate reaction is to let go and cradle his head where I smashed mine into his. I shuffle away from him as much as I can before taking a deep breath —

"Help! I'm in here! Please help me! Help!"

My lungs ache and DC Jones charges towards me, angrier than a bull in a flaming bullfight. His hand shoots out and he punches the side of my head, causing me to fall hard onto the floor. The pounding in my head is now so loud, I couldn't hear anything besides the ringing in my ears. The spot where he punched me throbs painfully and I groan, crying in pain. DC Jones wastes no time in pointing the barrel of his gun against my temple.

"Make one more sound and I swear to god, I will blow your brains out!" He threatens, hissing into my ear. My eyes widen in fear and I immediately quieten down, the only sounds coming from me my quiet whimpers. The cold barrel against my temple felt so alien, so wrong.

I stare at the door and will that my screams for help have been heard. It isn't before the doorknob turns and my breath catches in my throat as I wait for them to make their way in here.

Please help me. Just open the door.

"Its locked," I hear the muffled voice outside the door, the furniture in the way of letting them in. DC Jones stiffens behind me and he presses the gun further against my skin. His other hand is over my mouth and my chest rises up and down from the adrenaline running through my body. My head