The deathly silence after i slapped Otis was more then enough to make me uncomfortable. But the look on was worse, and if it weren't for my rage then I would be running for the hills. But the pure rage running through my veins kept my feet firmly planted in place. My old diary clenched firmly in my hand feeling like pure lava burning as hot as the fire in his eyes, a rage so powerful it would knock me on my add if I saw it two years ago. But his rage doesn't scare me but mine does scare him to the point he goes to defence for once.

"Baby what's wrong? What's got you so mad? Honey, pley talk to me... Oh... please sit down my love your shaking" his voice dripped with bullshit kindness I would have fallen for in another live, but not in this one, not any more, not again.

"Cut the bullshit Otis what the hell is this huh!? What fucking lie are you goings to say to lie this off?" Minutes ago I told myself I would be the calm one and Otis would be the anger one, but now the roles are swapped. "How about this," I was going to a bookmarked area to reading the highlighted parts "let's see ah yes here we go, 'Otis said I was seeing things when I saw Eric clear as day outside the patio window covered in blood. I still can't get out the words he wrote in blood on the window, out of my head. The words that started this whole thing. He's the real monster and at first I didn't know what they meant but now I know he was trying to say that Otis was the monster....' so how will you play this off Otis? Will you blame it on the drugs you make me take everyday that keep me to dizzy and dazed to fight back and question your lies?" I was still yelling and tears were threatening to spill over and show but I wasn't going to shed a single tear from anger or sadness ever come from my eye for him. he took far to many from me already, too many.

"Sweetheart please calm yourself for the baby's sake. You always wanted one didn't you or was that another thing Eric told you to use about me?" He asked his cutting like a knife. If he wanted to play that way then he would be getting a war instead of a cat fight.

"Was my love of dancing something you learned from my mother? Did my dad give you a guide you have in your study that have been helping you too deal with me?" I asked with most likely have the most evil smirk on my face, he's ever seen before. The silence followed was all I needed but the small part of me still loved him before all this started before the lying and multiplying, was deeply hurt by his silence guess I thought he wasn't a real monster hunting me down in the real world and in my dreams.

I've ran before. I've ran through forest, mountains, déserts, and more. But none of that perpared me to run through Alaska's terrain. I knew there was a second reason he bought me here, why he was happy to bring me here despite the laws about keeping someone who doesn't want to be there against there will. He knew me my whole life, he's seen me when I run. Most likely studied me too, all to chose the perfect place that my physical abilities would be useless in. And he did it, made a list too. With Alaska being on the very top of the very list. A list he has more protected then queen Elizabeth's jewelry.

Maybe this is why I used to love him? Cause he was always observe? Then he could find the things I like and buy them for me? I guess that's why I used to love him. But that love is gone, but how do you tell that to someone who won't take no for an answer? How do you said fuck you to someone who won't leave you alone? Can't there be a way to snap some sense into him?

But I have to give credit where credits due, he has done his homework. Watching how I run. So he can know when to have his men chase after me. How long it takes for me to run out of breath when running. So that he can track where I might go. What terrain I run in best, and what terrain I am bad at running in. So he can locate me better. What I am good at avoiding when running and what I can't avoid when running. So that he knows where I might go in the heat of the moment. How far I can get when running without stopping. So he can position his men right to catch me. How often I run to update his "catching a runaway milky" plan. And where I like to run on the properties where he drags me to so he can keep track of how I am developing in running. And so very much more he does all so I don't get away from him.

This is he's daily routine to watch and takes notes on what I do, and what I eat, how I act around certain things, and more then that. He is such a creepily observrent person only when it comes to me though I think. Mayb-

"What are you thinking?" Was all that he said, or all i heard.

"Did you just quote that from the third book of twilight?" Truly he did I know, as he has taken to his own accord to read or watch my favorite books, songs, movies/shows, and podcasts.

"No, but it seems you have a good memory." Then he looked me dead in the eye. "A really good memory, almost like you've been working on it. Have you?" The look in his eye held accusation. But then again I was into looks not smarts.

"Ha... It seems I have been forced to marry a complete dumbass."

"Hey you were the one who signed the papers"

"When I was drugged and didn't know what I was doing, just wanting the pain in my back to go away." It was true, he did make me sign a marriage contract when I was on the verge of passing out because of pain. Withholding my pain medicine to get me to sign the paperwork, had to do it twelve times for it to look natural. "You made me do twelve times, so I guess I married you twelve times." The giggle was faker then fake, and both knew it was. Maybe that's why he let me off chuckle and a possessive run on my ring finger.

"Maybe I'll have to get you twelve rings"

"Maybe"