―❧Worlds change when eyes meet❧―
Abrielle Miller is an 18-year-old girl who witnessed the death of her family when she was just a little girl. Her aunt took care of her until death knocked on her door, adding grief to Abrielle's broken heart and sha...
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I woke up with a nasty headache and groaned, reaching up to touch it. The rough feel of bandages made me jump. What had happened?
And then I remembered; Sean watching me from behind the wheel, me crying in the graveyard, getting hit on the head with something solid... Where the hell was I? Was I in the right place? Had I been kidnapped? Was I being held hostage? Oh no, what if I was being held hostage?
Noticing my lips were quivering, I bit down hard on them and blinked to get rid of the strange blur in my eyes. The room around me was dark, the only light coming from a floor-to-ceiling window on the opposite wall, displaying an incredible view of the sea. It would have taken my breath away if I hadn't been so worried.
This wasn't my room.
Trying not to panic, I scanned the corners, looking for a sign of human activity or some indication that I was being watched. There was no one there. The pain in my head intensified.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain that hammered through my skull. But a burning in my throat emerged to go with the headache and I whimpered, scrambling out of bed to avoid puking on the luxury carpet-
The ground rushed up to meet me. For a few seconds, I was falling face first towards it, trying desperately not to be sick, but something caught my arm and held me, gasping, a few inches off the floor.
"Are you okay, love?" came a voice from somewhere above and the stong, toned arm tightened around my waist.
I blinked my bleary eyes, unwilling to move. Was this my captor?
The voice came again. "I said, are you okay, love? Can you hear me? Do I need to get you a doctor?"
Still, I didn't answer. My heart raced to the point of pain and little lights popped in front of my eyes.
My captor, or whoever he was, gripped me by the shoulders and pulled me upwards, trying to inspect my injured head, but I groaned and pushed him away. Gagging, I bent over double and vomited all over the carpet, and he reached down to pick me up then held me, stroking my hair.
I shivered. This man was nothing like Mason. I wanted to go home.
"Where did you take me?" I choked out once the retching had finally stopped. A couple of salty tears splashed onto my palms.
The man laughed. "Where do you think, my love? Away from him and back to my kingdom."
I swayed on the spot. "What? What do you mean? I don't belong here - please! Take me home!"
