My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 119 I Need To Make a Choice

NALA POV

"You belong with me now Nalayna. Get used to it"

He stepped out slamming the door behind him. I heard the keys and locks turning meaning I’m locked in this room but at least the bed was soft and looking at the dark and beige designs of the large room I’m very sure it’s Ivin’s room.

A win is a win if you asked me.

Minutes later and my win doesn’t feel like a win. I hate being cooped up, I hate having nothing to do or being in my own company all day and even more than anything else I hate being separated from my brother.

He is the one stable thing in my life and I don’t know how long I can thrive before I break down.

It’s just not my thing and if care is not taken I might slip up and have a panic attack and Ivin might finally see the reason why I hide behind this sassy facade. I know my situation is dire already but I know if I don’t find a way out of this enclosed space it’s going to be even more dire.

I’ve checked out everything from the fancy high technology powered window that requires code as well as thumbprint before you could unlock it to the joined bathroom window being too small for me to escape with.

I’ve attempted to unlock the door with my hair pin but I’ve only ever watched it. I’ve never practiced it and this being my first time is bound to be a failure plus I can hear voices outside the door which might mean there are men stationed outside my door.

I’ve tapped every wall looking for a weak one to escape through, I’ve done everything and now I can’t resist or dodge the overwhelming fear when it came crawling to my head.

What if my brother was dead?

What if he didn’t survive the beating?

They never promised to take him to the hospital. What if he dies from a shortage of blood?

Will my brother leave me just as my parents left us?

Will I be alone in this world now?

No. No. No.

I shook my head too fast like whipping it around would lessen the effect of being locked up alone in this room.

Very few people knew I react strongly to being alone especially if I’m far away from my brother. Another reason why I couldn’t go with the scholarship I got to another country. It’s now a habit I can’t sleep without my brother, seeing him around me physically or sleeping in his shirt.

One of my ex boyfriends had called it weird and even proceeded to accuse us of incest. I avoid showing this part of me to people and Ivin is the worst person to know about this, he would definitely use it against me.

"Help!"

"Help!"

I shouted through the door, the window, around the room. I just needed someone to open the door.

No response.

A few minutes later and it’s becoming unbearable. I was sweating in the air conditioned room and I was hearing a hundred voices at once yet I couldn’t hear my own voice.

"Ethan"

Maybe if I called my brother’s name I would feel better but all to no avail. I slammed against the door with all my strength.

"Help"

"Ivin. Help. Please" I cried weakly.

Now the room seems to be pressing in on me from all sides, air seems to be sucked out of my chest and I tried breathing in but there was no air to fill my lungs.

I can’t die like this.

I shouldn’t die like this.

I hit the door again with my two hands. I was already on the floor behind the door with my sweats dampening the rug while my legs became useless beneath me and my hands slammed in weakly.

This might be the death of me.

I gave in to the compressing heaviness of the lonely room and watched it drain the energy out of me while I laid down on the floor like my body wasn’t mine.

Last minute I distantly heard a key in the door like I was in a far place where I could see everything else going on.

The door opened slowly soon after, my body was behind it so it couldn’t open properly. Whoever was behind the door had to push me with the door before he could come in.

I could not open my eyes to see who it was but somehow I knew it was Ivin with the way the breath that had ceased from my lungs finally rushed in.

Like a tank full of water was sprayed all over barren land and I sucked it in, every breath of air that I missed, his fragrance that was somehow soothing rather than choking the hell out of me. My body felt lighter and I felt connected to every part of myself.

"Nalayna?" A concerned pause.

"Nalayna?" More concerned with his hand shaking my shoulders this time.

"Nala—" I lunged from the floor, head butting his nose with all the force I had before scrambling out of the room between the dozing guards. For one second I thought I was free, thought I had actually pulled it off.

Then I made my way outside the apartment and the realization hit hard. I didn’t take a car key with me and I’m not sure I have any idea of where I was or where I’m supposed to go. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Plus it’s already late evening and the area seems deserted save for the smell of weed, cigarettes and some countryside music playing in the distance.

Fuck.

I stuck to the abandoned part of the roads, hopefully when they start looking for me I would have gone far enough for them to miss me.

I’ve gone far enough and a car passed by followed by two motorcycles. I pressed myself against a building that seemed abandoned hoping I was well hidden.

More motorcycles sped by. I leaned even more against the door I was pressing against only for the door to give in and I fall into a dark enclosed room.

It smelt of weed and alcohol but I wanted to believe it’s empty at the moment and just a spot for drunks. More bikes sped by in front of the house and I could only hold my breath.

I already escaped. I just have to pull it off smartly and before you know it I would see my Ethan again.

"Well, lookee here, if it ain’t my little Gingerbread. Sweet enough to eat, but I reckon you’re spicy enough for me to handle."

A voice said very close to me but the issue is I can’t see anything, and I can’t run outside yet the bikes are still roaring around the territory.

"She can’t be that far. Check everywhere" I heard a voice similar to Scar’s saying very close to the building I’m in.

"Do you think you can take this down your throat? Don’t mind if you choke on it" the voice said again and this time I can feel a cold flesh nudging against my cheeks.

It better not be what I’m thinking.

I want to so badly render his dick useless before I wound him but right now I have other things to be concerned about like the voice that keeps getting nearer.

Now I have to either close the door so no one sees me and that would mean locking myself in with the half naked drunk motherfucker beside me or I run outside to Scar and his men’s hands.

My gut screams run but my body won’t move.

I need to choose one.

Now.