Thirty nine: Perplexed

The moment he moved his hand to my shirt, I gasped, but was too weak to release myself from his grip. He checked whether or not I was wearing the necklace, and when he got a confirmation I wasn't with it, he threw me from his strong hold. 

I fell to the floor, sat on it, and felt too weak to even breath. Before he had come here, I was so tired. Now that he was moving my body like I was a paper, I felt even more tired. 

"Search the entire room," he ordered his men. Without wasting time, they began scattering the room, looking for something that wasn't even here. 

He walked past me, heading somewhere. What was I to do now? How would I make him believe it wasn't with me? I didn't want him to know it was with mom, because there was no doubt that he would hurt her if he had to know. 

I sighed weakly. Where was Roy? He was the only person who knew how to handle his father, so why the he