Chapter 5 The Broken Trust

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I yelled and cried but not even once did Nicholas look at me or ask me why. I was fucking annoyed that he just sat next to me like I didn't even exist while I cried my heart out.

My tears, my fight was nothing but a waste of my energy. I couldn't cry anymore, even if I wanted to, because I had no tears left. I lost my voice from all the shouting. I just sat there numb, knowing how much I try it would be of no use.

I slumped in my seat and looked right with my dried eyes to see him in his wheelchair. He was still in his morning clothes.

How did he know I wasn't coming back?

I saw his eyes turning dark with every second and his nose flaring in anger; his face, including his ears, were red. Sleeves folded, popping his veins, his anger visible, making me quiver.

I looked upright, and another idea exploded in my head. I know once I'm in his place, there's no way I can get out.

Looking at his sharp gaze, I'm damn sure he would kill me the moment I enter his house. There's no way I'm dying this early, not like this.

My eyes took a view of him in his wheelchair, the driver in the front seat. The moment they take me home, I am fucking running, and there will be no turning back. Nicholas, being in his wheelchair, can never catch me. The driver, hmm? I'm going to fucking knee him in the balls just like I did earlier. In a few minutes, we were pulled inside the gate.

I studied everything carefully. There was a guard at the gate. I can take him down; he is fucking old.

Once we pulled in, I didn't see anyone. I'm almost gaining a victory, I grinned. As soon as the car halted and the door unlocked, without thinking for a second, I tried to jump out, but I was suddenly yanked back, and my wrist ached.

"Ouch!!!" – Looking down, I saw I was handcuffed to his wheelchair. Oh, no, no, no!!! When did he fucking handcuff me?

I looked up, and he had a wicked smirk play on his lips. I tried to wiggle, but it was of no use, and it hurt my wrist. Nicholas got down, making me follow him.

"Let me go, asshole." – I shouted and tried to get away, but then he held my wrist, pulled me close to his eye level as he sat in his wheelchair.

His grey eyes were now fucking dark as a thundercloud, and the intensity in his eyes made me gulp hard.

"Lock her up." – He growled, looking deep into my eyes.

The two men released me from the handcuff and dragged me inside. I tried to escape, but I failed.

I saw the workers, Linda and Dasha, in the living room all staring at me helplessly. I bawled my eyes out, but no one even bothered to help me.

"Out now!" – Nicholas barked, and all the workers left. These guys were still pulling me to the elevator.

Dasha took a step towards me, but Nicholas glared at her, and she stood back hopelessly, watching me.

I was soon taken inside the elevator; Nicholas joined us and took me to my room. The guards pushed me inside and locked it from the outside.

"Help!" – I muttered. I could hear the keys sound and then the footsteps leaving.

I laid on the floor, hugging myself in the fetal position. I couldn't believe how dumb I was to get myself in this position.

If I knew trust would bring me here, I would have never trusted my dad. Didn't he care for me? Was he planning this for a long time? Why did he do this to me? I don't have answers to any of these questions, but I know one thing he broke my trust, and that will never be easy to fix. My hopes were dashed when I learned that no matter what, I cannot escape.

My body was shivering, and I couldn't even get up from the floor to lay in the bed. My eyes were heavy, and I shut them. Tiny whimpers escaped my mouth as my whole body seemed to be set on fire.

After a few hours, I heard the door open and listened to the sounds of the wheel creaking against the floor, but I couldn't open my eyes to see who that was as I was very much sick.

A pair of hands with great difficulty tried to lift me but failed. After several attempts, they lifted and held me close to their body in bridal style.

I flinched under their touch, and my whole body was trembling. My eyes half opened to see who that was, but due to tears swimming, I could only see a pair of grey orbs, and my eyes shut. My head was placed on something hard rock for a few minutes.

I felt safe and hugged whoever that was, and my fist gripped a soft material. I could hear the heartbeat rising; I knew it was not mine but the person who was holding me.

"Please," – With great difficulty, I mumbled to let me go.

"Shh, it's going to be alright." – I heard the person coo in my ear, consoling me as they rocked me gently in their embrace, caressing my cheeks and wiping my tears.

I was slowly put onto something softer, maybe a mattress? And a warm blanket covered.

* * *

I woke up in the morning to find myself in bed. How am I here? Maybe I sleepwalked? All I remember was lying on the ground trembling with fever.

I looked around to see the medicines, syrup, a flask, vapor balms on the side table. I was feeling now better.

Was someone here? I don't remember anything. I pulled my blanket down to get up when I noticed I wasn't in the same clothes as yesterday. I was in my tank top and shorts. Hold on now; I didn't change myself in my sleep. There was someone here.

The door was unlocked to see Linda walk in with a tray full of food and a glass of milk beside it. She smiled at me, placing the food down on the table.

"How are you feeling now, Avery?" – She asked as she plated up.

"Um, better." – To be honest, I was better now. But how?

"Linda, was someone here last night? Did someone change my clothes?" – I asked her because I wanted to know the truth, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't remember.

"Um... Y-Yeah... It was... me." – She stuttered, avoiding my gaze.

"You were sick. So, I took you to the bed, gave you medicines, and changed as y-you were not comfortable in your dress." – I sighed in relief.

"Thank you." – I smiled.

"You need to eat your breakfast and take your medicines." – I nodded my head and ate my breakfast. She then gave me milk, some fruits, and medicines.

Once done, she took everything and left. I saw two men who locked me inside the room were guarding at the door. Too bad they think I can still escape. There's no way I can escape even if I tried.

Suddenly my eyes popped. "My phone!!!" – I started searching for it. I am going to call Ridhi and tell her everything. She will get the cops and take me from here. I searched in my bed, closet, bathroom but I couldn't find it anywhere.

"Where the hell is my phone? Did someone take it?" – I had it when I was abducted. Then did I lose it somewhere?

After hours of searching, I gave up. My phone was nowhere to be found. It looks like I do not have any options left to escape from here.

* * *

I was completely locked in this room, and only Linda came in for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She just placed the food and left without saying anything. I think I forgot how to speak.

It's been close to a week, and I think I am losing my mind and myself. Does no one know I'm here? What about Mary, Scott? Dasha, she saw me the other day. Does no one bother if I am dead or alive?

For the first time in my life, I feel useless. Nobody loves me, or no one needs me. My parents didn't bother to visit me. Did they disown me that easily?

I sat at the window staring outside, just like every day watching the sunset. At least I have a large window to view out, or else I think I would have gone mad staying in the room looking at these plain walls.

My room door opened; I tilted my head to see one of the guards enter.

"Ma'am, sir, asked me to give you this." – I saw a mobile phone.

"Is that mine?" – I asked him but looking at it closer, it was not my phone but a brand new one.

"Tell him to give me my phone. I don't need his fucking phone." – I spat.

"Sorry ma'am, you need to take this." – With that, he placed the phone next to my leg and left. I looked outside and then back at the phone.

I took it in my hands and tried calling Ridhi, but I couldn't call her as it got disconnected immediately. I tried again and again, but not even once could I reach her. I called few unknown numbers hoping I can tell anyone that I was locked here and they could help me out, but I couldn't make any calls.

I then decided to check the contacts list, and there was just one number saved with the name husband and a heart next to it.

Husband ♡

97-xxx-xxx-xx

The nerve of him. I tried to throw the phone away and shatter it into pieces, but then I decided to keep it; maybe one day it will come to use.

* * *

I was at the door trying to get this door open. "Please, I need to talk to him." – I leaned against the door, hoping they would let me out.

"Ma'am, why don't you understand? We cannot." – The guard from the other side spoke.

"Ask him, please; I need to talk to him. I won't try anything stupid. Trust me, I swear." – I added in my mellow tone.

"Go, ask sir." – One of the men spoke to another guard, and I heard footsteps leave.

After a few minutes, I heard some voices, but I couldn't understand what they were talking about. Soon, the door was opened. I was so happy. It's been exactly a week that he locked me in this room.

"Ma'am, you can see sir now." – The guard said, and another one took me to Nicholas's room. He held the door for me to get in and shut it once I was inside.

I looked around to see Nicholas in his wheelchair looking outside through a huge glass window. I don't know the fuck I'm doing, but it isn't wrong in trying.

I needed answers and why I'm being treated like this. He is the only person who can give me the answers to all my questions.

"Nicholas?" – I called him, but he never looked at me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" – Still no answer.

Frustrated, I decide to question him and take out everything on him that's been kept inside me.

"Why did you marry me in the first place when you never loved me?" – A tear slipped down my cheek as I glared at him angrily.

"Answer me!!!" – I yelled, anticipating at least he would open his mouth and speak to me, but then he sat in his wheelchair looking at the outside view through the casement window.

"Dammit, you can't treat me like this. I'm leaving. This isn't a marriage; this isn't home. You fucking locked me in this gigantic place you call home; it's nothing but a prison to me."

Still, there was no answer; he didn't even bother to look at me. I was done at this point. Before everything blows up and I kill myself, I need to get out of this shit.

I walked out, shutting the door behind me with a loud thud. I strode to my room and packed my stuff, crying.

I still had no idea why I was crying over something that meant nothing to me. I should be happy that I'm getting my freedom finally, but here I was crying like a maniac.

I dragged my suitcase and stopped at his room door. There was no sight of him; without thinking much, I descended the stairs. When I approached the main door, a big tower blocked me.

Looking up, I saw it was one of Nicholas's men. "Move!" – I shouted.

"You cannot leave ma'am, head back inside." – Said the guard in his robotic voice.

"Who the fuck you think you can order me? Move now before I hit you." – He crossed his arms and stood there looking straight.

When I tried to push him, I heard a cold, stern voice from behind. "You think you can leave that easily before even I make your life hell?" – I turned around to see Nicholas in his wheelchair glaring and fuming at me in anger.

His eyes turned red as he sneered at me devilishly.

"What do..." – Before I could complete the sentence, he rudely cut me off.

"Avery, get back to your room now, else you'll be dead the next minute. I will not even repent and grieve over your lifeless body." – He feuded at me.

The way he spoke and grimaced sent chills to run up and down my spine. I am stubborn and if he thinks he can kill me that easily without me fighting back, then let the game begin because I'm not staying in this fucking house and with him anymore.

"If you think you can lock me up again, it will only be over my dead body." – I spat back.

I turned on my heels and punched the guy who blocked me, but a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back.

"Agghhhh!!!" – Looking back, I saw I was seated on Nicholas's lap as he held me tight in his embrace; the wheels were heading to the elevator.

"You, fucking asshole, let me go." – I hit him on his chest continuously, but he just sat there as if it didn't hurt him. The elevator doors closed, and we were soon upstairs.

When I thought he would lock me up again, he passed my bedroom and took me to his room that was next to mine. My eyes widened as I had no idea why he was taking me to his room.

I tried to get out, but his grip on my waist tightened, and he held my jaw in between his index and thumb fingers making me look into his dark, cold eyes.

"Stop moving; else, I will fucking lock you up forever. Don't even test my patience." – I gulped hard, staring at his orbs, and stopped moving.

While his gaze never left mine, he called the workers sending chills to run down my spine. "Get all Avery's things to my room now." My eyes widened.

"What the fuck?" – I was still in his embrace and in a very compromising position.

He fucking didn't let me go and locked my hands behind my back, pulling me damn too close, leaving no sliver of room between us. For the person in the wheelchair, how could he be so strong? I underestimated him.

These damn workers are some of the fastest workers I have ever seen in my life. Within a few seconds, they brought all my things to his room.

"You fuckers take my things back to my room." – But no one bothered me and did their job as Nicholas said and left the room. Nicholas then let me go.

I rapidly got down from his lap and jogged towards the door to find out it was locked. I tried to open it, but it wouldn't even budge.

"Don't wear out your energy; you cannot open the door." – I turned back to see him smirking evilly in his wheelchair.

But being the Avery, I didn't give up and tried and tried. Soon, I was tired, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open it. I was exhausted and sat there resting my head against the door.

He went to the closet and came back wearing sweatpants. He didn't wear a freaking damn shirt and was bare-chested.

Shit, he looked fucking incredible. I stood up and looked away. What the fuck is he trying to do?

"Are you going to stay there all night? Or coming to sleep?" – I bit my nails in nervous.

"Well, anyhow, I don't fucking care what you do." – He added.

I turned around and looked at him. I wondered how he would get into the bed. It wasn't that easy, he took his time, and after a few minutes, he managed to hop on the bed. At one point, I wanted to help him, but I just left it because he has been nothing but rude and an arse to me.

"You didn't answer my questions?" – I mumbled.

I felt his intense gaze on me. He rested his head against the headboard staring at the ceiling. Then after some time, he took a few pills and gulped down drinking water.

I was still at the door; I did not want to be anywhere closer to him. I looked away with a frustrated sigh.

"If you think I will make your life better, then it's your dream because from now on, you'll get the worst. And there is my answer." – He said in his monotone voice, making me look at him, wondering why? Why does he hate me so much?

"Why?" – It came out as a whisper. He glared at me without answering.

"What did I ever do to you that you treat me like this?" – I was almost on the verge of crying, but I didn't want to show him my weakness, not in front of him. What he told next shook me.

"You are the reason I'm here today, bound to my wheelchair.