Mr. Perfect

Nine

Amelia

I felt the rays of sunlight hitting my face, I groaned rolling to my side and covering my head with the pillow then drifted back to sleep.

My eyes opened at a shattering sound coming from outside my room. They widened when I saw the room, I was in...

I sat up and scanned the room; the floor was made out of hardwood – fancy hardwood. There was a green couch that had some weird but pretty prints on it, a rounded mat from the same color in front of it. There was a round tall mirror that looked vintage hanging on the wall next to the bed.

The bed I'm sleeping in is big. Extremely big. I could fit two more Amelias' on it.

Where the hell am I?

Am I in Switzerland? Did Jake drag me with him?

I got up on my feet and walked to the window. It was huge, and it had fences on it as well. It's in a forest... the house I'm in.

Should I panic?

But the view is beautiful.

I think I'm in Switzerland. Aren't I?

I walked to the door and tried to open it. But it was locked.

I should panic.

I inhaled deeply. I can't panic. If I panic, I won't think properly. I need to think properly.

Was I drunk? Is that how I ended up here? Did I...?

Oh, God. No, please tell me I'm safe. Give me any sign.

I let out a shaky breath and inhaled again. I need to figure this out. Come on Amelia. You can figure it out.

Where was I last time I was sober?

I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my elbows on my thighs and my face in my hands.

I was with Jake and Louis. Said goodbye. Went home and then to buy ice cream... I reached for the back pocket of my jeans and took out the note in there.

I love you, I am sorry.

M.B

Marcus?

My eyebrows knitted together, my breath hitched and my eyes teared up as I remembered. He came back... for me.

I felt a hot liquid on my cheek, Marcus tried to hurt me. No, he could never. He protects me. He is Marcus. He is the perfect guy that every girl wishes for.

Please don't be Marcus. Be Jake that had dragged me with him to Europe.

The sound of footsteps made me freeze in my place. Amelia, you have to move. Move! I took a deep breath and started looking for some place to hide.

Under the bed was too small, I couldn't fit. The bathroom, he could open it. I started opening the closet doors –they didn't have any clothes, it was empty. My only choice.

I hid in the big closet.

God, please, please.... let me be safe. Guard me.

I heard the click sound of the keys opening the door. I sucked in my breath. I heard the sound of him putting something down, and wandering  around the room.

I could hear my heart thumping like a fucking drum. Like it's beating right next to my ears. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. It feels like it might break my ribcage.