All Chapters of Thorn: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

When I arrived home one evening Nick was waiting in the garage for me. I could tell by his face he was not happy, and something was happening. I questioned him and his response was short.“We have visitors.”I pressed some more but he refused to speak. I could see how tense he was. I walked out of the elevator and saw Thomas and Susie sitting waiting for me. “Leila,” Thomas stood with Susie a step behind.It had been months since I had seen or spoken to them, apart from Claire’s wedding. Even then our encounters were minimal and basically nonexistent, to say we were supposed to be family. They truly had distanced themselves from me. This meant that I was trying to figure out why Claire’s parents could be here, now.“Is Claire alright?”“Claire’s fine, it's you we need to talk to.” Thomas voice was stern. “Alone.”“Anything you need to talk to me about can be said in front of Nick.”“Very well. We would like you to call the police off investigating Dan. He has done nothing wrong and

I awoke with a banging headache. Part of me hoped it was all just a very vivid nightmare. I went to sit up and felt something hard and cold around my ankle. I blinked a few times with my eyes adjusting to the dimmed light. I looked around and saw a window high on the wall behind me, it was already night outside. I was on a bed and my ankle was chained. I tugged at the chain on the bed, but it didn’t budge. I tugged my ankle against it but there was no use, it was a heavy-duty metal cuff. I looked around and saw a door on the wall in front of me with a small window in. I climbed gingerly off the bed and tried to reach the door, but the chain stopped me. I tried to pull the bed closer to the door, but it was fixed to the floor. I yanked my ankle and cried at the pain that rippled up my leg from the chain. I sank to the floor as my head throbbed. I heard footsteps outside the door and scrambled back to the bed. The door swung open, and a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. He flicked

Dan released me and I gasped for air holding my neck. I thought he was done with me, but he landed a hard back fist against my cheek. Everything went dark. I woke up later in the day wincing at the pain on my face. Dan was nowhere to be seen and the food had gone also. My bottoms were around my ankles, and it was clear by my continued soreness, that he had raped me once again. I needed to find a way out and the only way to do that was to make Dan trust me and submit to him. The thought made me physically sick, but I couldn’t see any other choice. Later that night Dan reappeared, and I did everything as he asked apart from drink the water.“You don’t have to drug me; I will do whatever you want.”“We’ll see about that.”He asked me to lay down on the bed as he climbed on top of me. I tried not to flinch or look away, but I couldn’t help it. I could feel my stomach bubbling with disgust. I swallowed hard to try and avoid showing disgust. He tied my hands and touched me before being inte

The afternoon meeting with a new supplier was dragging on, as it concluded my phone began to ring. It was one of the bodyguards I had hired for Leila. “Mr. Thorn, I’m sorry sir but she gave me the slip.” “What do you mean!” My tone came out harsher than intended. “As Leila left work, she took a turning she doesn’t normally take, and I was blocked by traffic. By the time I took the turning I had lost sight of her.” “Where the FUCK is she?” “I don’t know sir, I'm sorry.” My blood boiled, “I will deal with you later.” Leila, what are you up to? I tried to call her number, but she didn’t answer. I checked the time and she had finished work early which was unusual. My gut was telling me something was wrong. I grabbed my bag and rushed out. As I got into the car, I tried calling her again, and again she did not answer. I knew something was wrong. I got onto the road and made a call to the car company to track her car as I was driving. They said they would text me co-ordinates once

I grabbed my file on the stalking case we had opened with the police and headed to the station. As I walked into the station, Detective Calloway was at the front desk. “Ah, Mr. Thorn, please follow me.” He walked me into an interview room and sat down with a recorder. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?”I gestured to him to turn the recorder on. “If it is going to help find Leila, then do what you need to do.”I handed him the file; it contained every message with full timestamp on each message. There was also the call log and a transcript of the voicemails left. He studied the file intensely for a few minutes turning from page to page and back again. “This file is almost on par with one of our files. Do you have the case reference this is logged under?”“It’s on the front page.” I glowered. He flicked back to the front page, “Ah, yes there it is. Now Mr. Thorn I am going to be honest with you.”My gut twisted. “There was some blood in the car, now there was not mu