My Dark Side

Chapter Three: In for the Winter

A/n: So I know the last chapter was pretty short and I'm sorry for that, but this one will hopefully be longer. I try to put some exciting stuff in each chapter, and it takes me a while to write but hopefully it won't be long until the next chapter. Tell me what you think so far! Your type? Not your type? Do you like Andre yet?

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Clarissa

It felt like knives had been shoved down my throat viciously by a Clove from The Hunger Games.  I coughed to try to get them out, but I knew it wouldn't work. It was going to be another day that I would need water; because my throat hurt so bad. I hate sleeping, because then when I wake up, I feel those knives- and there's nothing I can do about it.

As I sat up, I felt blankets under me. And over top of me.

Oh no. This is not good. Where am I? God damn it, please say Amelia didn't sleep with someone or something- please.. no. That's one thing she hasn't done- and I would like to stay a virgin at my own will.

I looked around. I was in a real.. room. The bed was low to the floor. The bedside table had a lamp on it, and an empty glass. The room was basically empty altogether, the carpet was nice and fuzzy and the walls were a dark brown. There was a door beside my bed, basically behind it, which was weird, but still accessible.

I got up, and walked over to the door. The floor creaked, and I noticed then that I had changed clothes. I was wearing a little dress that was perfect for sleeping in, and it was really cute. But.. why?

Feeling my heart accelerate with panic, I opened the door, and there lay a huge bathroom. There was a giant tub, and then a shower. The mirror stretched across the whole other wall with two sinks on a counter that also stretched across the entire wall.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My lips were chapped, my makeup, that obviously wasn't taken off, was on my face, smudged a little. But the odd thing? My hair was in a bun. 

"I see you found the bathroom."

I screamed, and jumped back; a little like a cat. I covered my mouth. My heart was pounding. Jesus Christ.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. Of course. All guys do that. It annoyed me a little bit, I mean really? If you're gonna make a girl sleep here then at least-

At least it wasn't a random stranger. I knew that it was the guy from last night that had driven me "home." So.. was this his house?

Hopefully.

I turned around, now facing the wall away from the door. "Put some clothes on, then I'll think about talking to you."

I felt his footsteps get closer to me.

He whispered in my ear, and I shivered.

"Are you sure?" He said. He was a player. Already knew it. I hated guys who were like this. They charm you and charm you and you eventually catch real feelings- and then you find out that the whole time they actually never liked you. So, this may be thinking ahead, but if I'm allowed to stay here, I will not let myself like him.

"Really?" I said, flinging my arms out to the side. I turned around to face him, forcing myself to keep my eyes on his eyes, my jaw clenched. 

Our faces were close, and he was staring at my lips. I ignored it, and stared into his eyes. My own eyes hurt, and I realized I had slept in the contacts. That is NEVER good. 

Damn it, I need to get him out of here so I can wash out my eyes.

"We need to speak. But first, you're going to go back around that corner and go into your room, wherever the hell it is, find a decent shirt and put the damn thing on. Got it? Then we'll talk." I sounded harsh, but he had a smirk on his lips as he stared at my lips the whole time I spoke.