Ruthless

Chapter 13

Shailene Point Of View

I'm laying in bed when Adam comes out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Our hotel room overlooks all of London city and the view is absolutely breathtaking.

After we got into the hotel I immediately took a shower and hopped into bed. I'm on my phone reading Allegiant. I figured it was time to catch up, considering the fact that we'll be shooting in a couple of months.

Adam plops down beside me and turns on the television.

"So what do you have to do tomorrow?" he asks me.

I put down my phone and turn to him. His hair is wet and he's not wearing a shirt. He's attractive, yes, but I can't help but compare him to Theo. I'm comparing everything to Theo, I seriously have to stop. It's not healthy.

"Umm, we're just doing press. We have to do a few interviews and then the day after it's the premiere."

He smiles at me, a suspicious smile, and literally jumps on me pinning me to the bed. He starts hungrily kissing down my neck, almost as if he wants to swallow me whole right then and there.

"Stop," I say. I'm not in the mood for this.

He ignores me completely and his hands move down to my shirt. He tugs on it trying to take it off, but I fight him on it and he has trouble taking it off.

"Lene, just loosen up a bit!"

Eventually I manage to push him off of me. He looks at me with a quizical look on his face. He's suspicious, and things are never good when he's suspicious. I quickly think of a response. "Let me just pop down to the front desk to see if they got a condom." I say. "Better safe than sorry."

I hope out of the bed quickly and I run out of the room in nothing but my pajama top and shorts. I sneak back in to get my jacket and shoes and I lean against my door thinking of what to do.

I cannot take this any longer. He's a sex addict and there's nothing more to it. And I can't live like this.

I sneak in once again and when I pop my head into the bedroom and I see that he's not there. The bathroom door is closed so I assume he's in there. I'm just going to have to be quick.

Like a firecracker I sprint all over the room collecting my things and flinging them into my carry on. I make sure I have my phone and when I'm sure none of my important things are left, I make a run for the front door, grabbing my passport from the little side table next to the front door.

I make it in time before the elevator closes and I press emergency stop.

What do I do now? I'm in London, a place where I don't know anything or anyone. Actually, scratch that, I know what I can do. I just really don't want to.

When I get down to reception I ask them to call me a cab. They luckily have one waiting not being used.

I sit in the back with my luggage next to me.

"Where to?" The driver asks in a cockney accent.

Nervously I rummage through my bag and pull out the little piece of paper. I hand it to the driver and he nods saying it's far but he knows how to get there.

As we're driving away I spot Adam looking around in front of the hotel, obviously looking for me. I slide down in my seat and soon he's out of sight.

Just my luck, the drive that's supposed to take longer than an hour actually only lasts thirty odd minutes.

We pull up to the giant red bricked house with the giant field surrounding it and I start hyperventilating.

I pay the driver and step out of the taxi. I wait till he's out of sight and then I know it's go time.

It's getting dark, the sun setting, and for a moment I consider turning back but then I realise that there is nowhere to turn back to. I'm in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods. The red house is the only building visible, apart from the barn in the distance.

I take a deep breath and trudge my way up the steps to the front door. I knock loudly. I hear commotion on the other side of the door and then steps, someone is coming to the door. I start sweating.

You had to do this. You had no other way out. Thats what I keep telling myself.

I think it might help.

It doesn't.

The door opens wide.

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thats it for now