Blake

"Just a few days ago, 17 year old Blake Taylor has been pronounced dead with no recollection of her body. The police have just ended their 3 month investigation."

"It is said she was shot in cold blood. Some say that she decided to run away. The police themselves are still trying to get this story straight. More to come on this developing story," I intently watched the slender blonde haired woman speak, while I was sat on the couch.

"They think I'm dead?" I frowned. What was happening with my family?

"Ah too bad they don't care," Jace said nonchalantly, flipping through one of his outdated newspapers.

"What?" I asked incredulously.

He took a swig of his beer, "B they've moved on with their lives now."

"You don't know that," I shook my head.

"Oh I don't? I've known Robert and Diana years before you were even born. I know them better than you do."

I tried not to dwell on his convincing words. Part of me wanted to believe that they haven't given up searching for me. But just maybe Jace is right, maybe they have moved on with their lives. 

I've given thoughts toward an escape plan a break for the past few days, considering my recent attempt fell through. My body was still sore too - I mean he slid me off the freaking table. He thinks he taught me a lesson. He thinks he scared me out of ever leaving this prison. 

But I figured I'd just let him think that. My motivation was still running strong and could stretch for miles.

Jace's snort of laughter cut me out of my thoughts. "Look at you, you look like a lost puppy." 

I'm so sick of him.

I slammed my hand on the couch and stood up. "You know what! I am so sick of you! Always putting me down, always trying trying to pry into my head! God, I can't take you anymore. Just give it a rest! And while you're at it, go take your freakin' medication."

He drunk the last bit of his beer, standing from his chair. He flipped his bottle upside down, curling his fingers around the neck.

He then smashed the other end against the side table. Sharp tips and long shards extended from the bottle.

"Who do you think you are little girl? You think you can talk to me like that?" His knuckles turned white from his strong hold around the bottle. Before he can try to stab me with it, My reflexes acted quickly and I caught his arm.

He tried to fight against my hindering grip. I used my two hands, with all the might I had to stop the glass from cutting into my skin.

"I can talk to you any way I want to," I spat. He jabbed his knee into my stomach, knocking the breath out of me. I hunched over clutching my stomach, groaning in pain.

"I see you want  that round 2 now."

"Seriously? You couldn't think of a better line than that?" My voice sounded strangled and strained.

He shoved me to the ground. "You're really asking for it," He gritted through his yellow teeth.

"Just leave me alone! You don't have anything better to do th-" The tip of his boot swung into my face, shutting me up. I think I've lost a pint of blood from the infinite amount of times he's made my nose bleed. From his fist, to his sturdy boots.

"Go head. Finish that sentence," He challenged.

I stood myself up from the floor, wiping my bloody nose. "Can I just go back to my room now?"

"No. Get in the kitchen and start making dinner you little brat," He scowled.

I sighed with frustration, rolling my eyes. Pinto beans and microwaved rice again. Fantastic. Getting a can opener, I cracked open the can of beans and drained the liquid out of it.

"Hurry it up. I'm starving," Jace said from the living room.

I threw the bag of rice on floor. "Do it yourself, you're a big boy aren't you?"

I slowly bent down and grabbed a cast iron skillet in the bottom wooden cabinet, placing it behind me.

He stalked over to me and my head was whipped to the side when he slapped me. "Do it!" Droplets of his saliva sprinkled my face.

"Fine," I obediently replied, wiping my cheek.

"That's what I thought," He turned back around and his broad shoulders faced me.

I grabbed the skillet that lied on the counter behind me. Firmly gripping the handle, I banged it on his head. He held the back of his head, with a string of swear words following his groaning. 

I took the opportunity of his vulnerability to kick at his back, making him stumble. I kept doing so until we were in the living area.

Jace finally gave way to the floor, still holding the back of his head. With the skillet still in my hands, I  towered over him.

"Isn't this funny?" I giggled. He gave me a nasty glare in return.

"I'm the one standing over you now," I continued to laugh.

"Alright. Alright," He held his hand up, "You win."

I smiled widely. "And it feels great."

I was hoping for the impact to be stronger, so it would knock him out cold. I could've made a run for it.

Darn.

Suddenly, the black skillet was snatched from my hand. I was too slow to react when Jace's body shot up from the ground and hooked his hand around my neck.

"Did you really think I'd let you win B?"

I tried to pry his thick fingers from around my neck, taking gasps for air.

"I mean if you ask me, I think I deserve an Oscar for that performance, don't you?" He joked. "That barely even hurt. You're still a weakling sweetheart."

You've got to be kidding me.

He let go of my neck and I collapsed to the ground. I tried to catch my breath, letting out strenuous coughs. I looked up to see Jace, with a victorious grin on his face.

He then swung the skillet with great force, slamming it in my face. Jace's devilish chuckle was the only thing I heard before everything went pitch black.

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A/N > lol how many of you thought she really had Jace?

Hoped you enjoyed the action :)

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-kya h. ∞