Where We Met

Olivia POV

"Help! Help! I'm in the hands of people I don't know," Annie's troubling voice echoed in my mind. It was all I could think about as I arrived at the address she had given me.

My eyes scanned the area desperately, ensuring I didn't miss the exact location. My heart was pounding fast, my best friend was in danger. 

Then I saw it: the sign that read "Parking Spot." It matched the location Annie had sent. Without hesitation, I rushed in to save her.

As I stepped inside, darkness swallowed me. My surroundings were blurry; I didn't pay so much attention, because all that mattered was finding Annie. 

Suddenly, a strong grasp grabbed my arm behind and yanked me inside a room, the door slamming shut behind.

My breath quickened, each inhale I took was sharp and ragged as fear tightened its grip around my chest.

"Hey!" I barked. "What do you want?" My voice trembled. "Who are you?"

I scanned the dark room, searching for some recognition, anything at all, but I found none.

A shiver ran down my spine as a breath suddenly brushed my ear. "Shh! Relax. I don't bite.  I bet you'll have a good time with me," his deep bass voice vibrated through my body as he licked his lips.

I shook in response to the fear that gripped me. I struggled against his imposing figure. "Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where's my friend? Are you holding her captive?" I fired off questions.

Before I could further my questions, he threw me into a couch and pinned me down with his masculine body. 

I screamed but it seemed like the sound couldn't escape the walls of the room. Somehow, maybe they were made of soundproof. 

Tears flowed down my cheeks, brimming with hopelessness. His hands and mouth moved all over my body, it was annoying but my body responded as I could feel some wetness down there.

After what felt like an eternity of struggling and screaming, he found his way into me. He did his thing and when he was done with me, I sat on the couch, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Divorce and you'll get $1 billion," he ordered while he adjusted his clothes.

"I don't need the money," I muttered under my breath.

I could hear him chuckle. "You will. Maybe not now, but soon."

I didn't understand what he meant by "soon," all I knew was that I hated this man who forced his way into me.

"Get lost! I hate you!" I staggered out of the room.

Wiping away my tears, all I wanted was to ensure Annie's safety.

I hit myself for taking too long to find her, each second feeling like an eternity, and I prayed fervently that she was still alive, otherwise, I'd never forgive myself. 

Annie's desperate voice pleasing for help rang in my head again. 

I was about to dial her number when I saw a group of people coming out of the side door. Two of which were familiar. 

One looked like Annie, my best friend, and the other was exactly like my stepmom, Jennifer. The other member though seemed to be closer but I could not recognize him. 

My eyes were wide open in shock. What was Annie thinking? And Jennifer? Were they both together? 

"Stop!" I screamed at the top of my voice, but none of them seemed to notice me. My legs began to close the gaps between us, "you heard me Annie, stop right there!"

Annie and Jennifer stopped and gently turned to me. 

Surprise flashed through me. I was right. Not like they looked like them, It was actually them. 

My foot was tapping on the floor restlessly waiting for either of them to give explanations, especially Annie, as to why she said she was in confinement but now all I saw was a free person. 

Was I angry? No, I wasn't. I just wanted explanations. 

"What now?" I finally broke the silence.