Bipolar

Sheila's POV

I scrunched up my nose at the stench of cigarettes, suppressing my urge to cough. Gosh! I really hate when people smoke around me.

Lifting my head to observe my surroundings, I noticed a lot of boxes around me, like I was in some sort of warehouse and I frowned. My hands were tied to the chair I was sitting on and I desperately tugged at the ropes.

"It's useless to struggle." A familiar voice suddenly spoke up from behind me, making me pause. I tried to turn around slowly, as I heard him approach. It was him, Harris. He was the one who kidnapped me... and put something in my drink.

"You! Why are you doing this?" I gritted my teeth at him, as he finally stood before me. He smiled.

"Oh, don't take it too personal." He said, bending down to my level and brushing my cheeks with the back of his hand. I felt myself recoil at the sudden contact and that made his grin even wider. He reeked strongly of cigarettes.

"Once your dear husband gets here, I'm sure we can ...talk things