She is the one by Asheslove (book recommendations for young adults txt) 📕

I looked at the clock, there’s still time left until mom and dad arrive back so I went to our freeze and filling a bowl of ice-cream slumped on the couch of living room watching the TV to get my mind away from whatever thoughts were running. I tried not to remember about him but still his thoughts came rushing like waves, his words still echoing in my head.

You are mine Elena, you can’t escape me. I will never let you leave me; you will live with me for the rest of your life.

The doorbell rang and I jumped. The bowl of ice-cream slips from my hands and fall in my lap soiling my white shirt due to sudden impact. ‘Shit’ I mumbled getting up. The doorbell rang again and I glanced at the clock. Thinking it must be mom and dad putting the bowl on the table I made my way to the door.

Just when I was about to open the gate, the doorbell rang again. Why they were ringing the doorbell again and again.

'Patience, I am opening it' I blurted opening the door with a smile on my face but when my eyes fall on the man standing, I felt like someone threw a cold bucket of ice on me. Pricking sensations shot up my spine and I was on razors edge of panic when saw the man who made my life living hell. He looked just as I remember, his masculine body adorned by black shirt and jeans. My hands tightened on the door when adrenaline rushed in my veins and with hammering heart in my chest I slammed the door with all my might but it didn't shut. His foot is placed at the end, prevailing to stop the impact. His head lifted up, his ocean blue eyes gazing into me. Ominous thoughts squirmed at the back of my head, how he reached to my house.

'Open it Elena' said the calm voice with an underlying threat. I felt cold spider like fingers racing up and down my spine on hearing his ice cold tone which only made me go weak on my knees filling my heart with pure terror but I held myself back not letting his fear make me weak.

'No, I'll not' I challenged him, my hands still on the door as he stepped forward. His strong cologne hit my nostrils. 

I tried to push the door back as hard as I can but my all efforts in vein as he pushed it apart with just one hand making me stumble back and entered in without glancing at me.

He went straight inside, followed by two more men and Michael whom I had seen in his party. He walked inside our living and then his eyes fall on our family photos on the wall. 

His eyebrows scrunched, shock completely registered on his face when he saw the photo of my dad in police uniform with me at his side. My panic thoughts grew wild and I felt imprisoned by fear watching at him in numb horror. How the hell he came here.

'You told me her father is a baker James then how came he's in police'.

A man whoever name is James from the two came forward and looked at the frames.

'What the fuck.' he said from wide eyes and shocked expressions.

'He's Richard Blackwood Nicolas but I don't know he's still alive. How can this be possible'

Nicolas again looked at the photo carefully.

'Blackwood' he murmered.

'Michael, how can Richard still be alive. Didn't he died four years ago' Nicolas said looking at Michael in confusion and shock.

‘That’s what we all know, He was shoot in an attack and died before our men could kill him.’ Michael said same from shock thinking deeply scratching his forehead.

My breath hitched and panic rose in my body at peak when I understand they were talking about my dad, how the hell they know my dad.

'Leave... My house right now. How did you came to know where do I live' I shouted at him when came out of my panic, my voice strong.

'I came to take you back baby. I thought your father is a normal baker who run a small bakery but you didn't tell me he was a cop who worked in NWPD. Now I understand why you have this attitude and from where you got such sharp brain. So you are a daughter of polic officer.' he said smirking at me.

'Nik, questo puo causarci problemi, sai coinvolgere la polizia negli affari non e una buona ide' Michael said in Italian.

'Non mi interessa, portero via cio che e mio' Nicolas replied approaching towards me with a furious face.

'No, I will not go back. not in any case. Don't you dare to come closer to me' I screeched. He reached to me and holding me from my waist yanked me closer to his body. 

'I told you I will found you even from the last corner of this fucking earth if you escape. Now since you already spent three days with your family so it’s time to take you back' he hissed dangerously looking in my eyes. 

'It's my home and you can't kidnap me from my own home' I said in a strong voice looking straight in his eyes with all my courage. 

He chuckled dryly on hearing my words before whispering huskily near my ear in low voice, his jaw twitching with anger, breath fanning my skin. 

'Do you still think I can't do that even after finding about me baby’?

I felt like a sudden stab of fear assaulting me on hearing him, my knees went weak and blood pounced in my ears. how he know about this.

He let go off my waist and sat on the couch of our living room with his hands stretched wide like it's his home and I kept looking at him as I was too overwhelmed with terror to move. 

'Don't worry, this time instead of kidnapping you I will take you with me in a perfect manner, like a gentleman after talking with your parents'.

I freeze, my thoughts instead of me running towards my parents and brother.

I was just about to confront him but my eyes fell at our door where my parents were on the gun point by Edward.

'No' I screamed and sprinted to them but his voice interrupted me. 

'Stay at your place Elena' and my legs freeze. 

'Elena, what’s happening?' Mom’s fearful voice made me avert my eyes from the deadly gun.

'Move' Edward said rudely pushing the barrel of the gun hard on his head and my parents entered in their own house like prisoners.