Isolation

                                    

                                          
   I woke up. In the same unfamiliar bed I was in before. All I wanted to do was cry, but I had to stay strong. This man could not see me weak. I glanced around the room to see if he was with me. He was no where and I did not hear him either. I spotted a door on the far side of the room.
  It was just the bathroom. I sighed. I went in and locked the door behind me. At least he would allow me some privacy. I sat down to pee when he heard a familiar voice. "Jenna? Where did you go, Love?" I froze. Why can't he just go away. I heard footsteps coming towards the door. "Jenna?" I kept silent as he attempted to turn the knob. "I'm trying to use the bathroom! Go away!" I tried to tell confidently, but failed. 
   "Take all the time you need. I'll be waiting out here." I pulled up my pants and looked frantically for something I could defend myself with. There was nothing is the drawers, cabinets, or in the shower. I sighed knowing I was defeated. I opened the door to find him laying down on the bed head propped up, staring at me. "You're even more beautiful with your hair in a mess and no makeup." He smiles and pushed himself off the bed.
   "Stay away from me." I said slowly and kept my eyes directly on him as I said it. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.." "I don't want to talk! I want to go home! I'm not staying here with you! I don't even know your name! Take me home. NOW!" I screamed hysterically. Before I knew what I was doing, I was throwing punches. I got one good swing at his face. I froze when I heard the impact. I've messed up. I seen the anger form in his eyes. His emerald eyes were turning dark. 
  I stared at him for a split second before making a run for the door. I managed to make it out before I felt two strong arms wrap around me. "That's it, love. I've had it." The more I fought the tighter his grip got. "Please. I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. Don't hurt me." He picked me up and began carrying me, without effort, despite my swinging legs. "Jenna, calm DOWN!" 
   He opened a door and slung me down onto the floor. He immediately walked out and locked the door behind him. It was pitch black dark. "Don't do this. I'm begging you!" I was terrified of the dark. Being alone. It was one of my biggest fears. "Next time, maybe you will stop. I don't want to hurt you. Have fun in the dark, I'll see you in the morning." After that all I could hear was stuff being thrown, him cussing,screaming, and punching walls.  I curled up on the floor and began crying. I was in complete isolation. No one to talk to. Not even my kidnapper. I couldn't handle the dark. I began  screaming as loud as I could. "LET ME OUT! I can't handle this! If you think this is the way I'm going to listen, you're wrong! You're just pushing me away even further, asshole!" That's when I heard footsteps stomping through the hall. I heard the door unlock and it flew open. "What did you say, Jenna? Repeat that for me." I wouldn't even look up at him. "Jenna! Talk to me! Now!" He crouched down beside me. I knew this may be my one and only chance to leave. I was going to have to play this smart.