Don’t Cry Baby
Chapter 11
"Why are you doing this Tyler? Where are you even taking me?" The ropes cut tightly into my wrist as I struggle to get loose. Tyler had been driving for awhile and then he pulled into this trashy motel and tied me to this damn chair.
He looks over at me with bloodshot eyes. He puts his head down into his hands and looks to be thinking for a minute before he hits himself in the head causing me to gasp. He pulls at his hair seeming to be fighting with himself. He gets up and walks towards me in my chair. His look and eyes changing as they look at me. Anger contorts his face.
"Stop fucking talking."
His hand whips across my face before I can say anything more causing me to whimper. the tears fall freely from my eyes. His face changes again as he sees the tears and he rests his head in my lap.
"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to"
a roll of tape. He rips off a piece and covers my mouth with it , I cry harder as i realize this is my life from now
"Don't cry baby."
with calloused fingers. I rock with fear , tears continue to stream down my face. The tape pulling at the
anyone hearing you. They'd tale you away. I love you too much for that. It's you and I baby,
shower. Very convenient of him to put me in the bathroom so that he
scars that cover his body have always interested me but, eh never talked about them or how he gets
image. I don't know how long I sat there with my eyes closed but soon I realize Tyler has turned the shower off. I watch him get out and wrap a towel low