you and i

trust? - chapter 8

Her POV

I wasn't alone, I knew that when I felt something on my hands and then my feet. I didn't want to wake up, my sleep was heavenly, but I had no choice. After I reluctantly opened my eyes and looked around the room only to see Romeo.

'What the hell do you want' I back away from him, glaring.

'Now darling, there is no need to be afraid.' He smirks looking me up and down. God, he disgusts me.

'I am not scared of you; you know fully well if I wasn't tied up you would be close to dead right now.' He knows I am right, but his ego is far to big for him to admit that. He tilts his head. I hate when he does that, it's like he is analysing me, making sure my brain isn't coming up with some plan he doesn't know about. 'Stop looking at me like that Juliet.'

'What did you call me?' his voice is stern; he knows exactly what I called him.

'You heard me. I'm not repeating myself.' I maintain eye contact with him, both of us refusing to be the ones that break it. He moves forward and grips my neck. I gasp and he smirks.

'Darling there is one thing you should know; you live by my rules now. You are not the Queen of the castle anymore. You don't even have a castle at this point but if you want to regain that title, I suggest you get on my good side.' He looks me up and down again, but he stares at my lips for a little too long. He stands back up and looks down at me. 'I got you food and water, eat it. Don't make me force it down your throat amore'

'Whatever.' I mumble and look down at the floor. I hear the door shut and lock. Why would he bring me food and water? Do I seriously look that weak and dull?

I don't want to eat the food, at least that's what my brain is telling me, but my stomach will literally pop out of my body to get the food. As much as I want to be stubborn, I am starving; so, I give in.

I grab the plate of food, its filled with pastries and fruit. I hate Romeo I do but, in this moment, as I fill my starving body with food, I don't hate him as much as I did before.

I finish the food in lightning speed and down the water. There we go, I can survive longer now. I feel my energy come back to me, hopefully the colour in my cheeks is finally on the way back.

Wait hold on if I just ate food, why do I feel drowsy. My eyes widen in fear, and I pick up the water bottle, I look at the bottom of it. My worst fear is confirmed he drugged me. Little white flecks of powder lurk at the bottom of the bottle, mocking me.

Never mind that hatred that I said went away a little bit, it has returned even worse than before. I try to fight my heavy eyes as best I can but my its useless. Whatever he put in my drink has rendered me useless. I really can't trust anyone.