HOLLY POV
My head and feet were pounding. My eyes were fighting to open.
I fluttered my green eyes open as I took in my surroundings. My tiny body was curled in silk warm bed sheets. The room itself screamed 'expensive'.
This was not my apartment.
I looked around and saw a beautiful beige fireplace to my right and what looks like a bathroom and closet to my left.
I forced my aching body up, I moved all my body weight to my legs as I touched the hard wooden floor.
I'm getting the hell out of here! Wherever here is!
When I stood up, a rush of pain ran through my body. Memories from yesterday danced across my brain.
School...exam...men with guns...shooting...Eli- ELIJAH!
Elijah took me, he kidnapped me and probably wants to kill me. I didn't do anything, right?
I can't stay any longer in this beautiful hell. The devil himself will be here soon.
With that mindset, I didnt even think twice about escaping. I didn't bother to look at the architecture of the room. I tiptoed to the tall wooden door to my left and slowly opened it.
It isn't locked? I thought to myself. And there is no guard? I peeked my head out to the long hallway, there was no one.
Strange!
I looked to my left and saw a long hallway leading to a large window, which was the same to my right. Ahead of me was an indoor balcony looking down at the front entrance!
Is he stupid? Why the fuck would he put me so close to the entrance, with no guards, and no lock?
This was God lending me a helping hand.
I knew I couldn't just walk out of here, he definitely had guards surrounding every corner, and I couldn't just walk out with what I am wearing. I'm wearing the same thing as yesterday, and I look like a mess.
A room ahead of me grabbed my attention, in front of it had uniforms that looked like maid's uniforms. It had a black dress with a white apron, Typical
I quickly ran towards the room and opened the door while grabbing a uniform. It was kinda big but it will work. I tied my messy hair into a low ponytail and let some strands fall only on my bare face.
I calmed down my nerves as I looked at myself in the mirror, I straightened myself out as I opened the door. I quickly looked to my left and exited heading towards the stairs to the front door.
This will be easy as pie.
Shit! He just turned the corner!
Down the hall opposite the staircase, Elijah Luciano is walking towards the room I just woke up in, probably thinking of ways he could torture me or kill me.
He was texting on his phone, probably sending an email or something. I looked everywhere but him. We were getting closer to each other by the seconds.
He was wearing a nice dark blue Armani suit. His hair was nicely combed back and he smelt like fancy cologne which I can fall in love with.
Every step we got closer and closer, his attention still focused on his mobile device. I knew I had to say something to not raise suspicion.
Fuck! I can't speak Italian, his workers probably all speak Italian or something!
I directed myself more to the right so we don't run into each other. I was trying to remember what 'good morning' was in Italian.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Point
Romance" He raised his large hand as I squinted my eyes preparing myself for the sting that will wash across my face. But it never came, my face still feels numb and lifeless. I opened my dull eyes to see him, his eyes held anger until he saw mine. His dar...
