Forced To Love You

Where's My Phone?

After the doctor, Christian's father, put my foot into a large boot, he sent me on my way. I was instructed to keep off it for several days until the pain and swelling went down some. This meant that Christian took it upon himself to lift me in his arms once more and carry me around.

I narrowed my eyes at him as we left the room. "You don't have to keep carrying me."

"You were told to stay off your ankle, remember?"

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not helpless, you know. Once I can walk on my own, you won't see me again."

He started up the steps and it seemed like carrying me wasn't putting any strain on him in the slightest. The stairs were covered in the same floor tiles as the foyer so every footstep echoed throughout the large space. I didn't think the mansion could get any bigger or surprise me more until we entered the hallway that led to various rooms. Doors lined each side of the hallway, all framed in a beautiful beige trim.

The entire mansion was very basic looking with beige and white tones encompassing all of the furniture, wall art, and paint on the walls. There wasn't much color but it didn't feel like the mansion needed any. It looked nice how it was. Luxurious.

Christian walked to the end of the hallway and stopped outside of a closed door. To our right was a table with a lit candle and fresh flowers pressed up against the wall. A window looked out over a garden and I made a mental note to check it out before I left.

Christian pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The door closed softly behind us and I took in the scene before us. The room was huge, to say the least. I thought the foyer was big but this room was nearly double the size. The first room we stepped into, well... Christian did, was a living space. There was a cream-colored couch with matching chairs that faced a fireplace. A beautiful rug sat under the furniture that matched some of the gold picture frames that covered the walls. Christian stepped through the room and went through another doorway that led to a bedroom. The doorway had no door, unlike every other doorway in the room.

The second room was a bedroom. The bed looked like a king but... bigger. I wasn't sure how that was possible but it was the biggest bed I'd ever seen. The bedding was entirely white and was neatly folded over the bed. I hoped the maid who made the bed got paid well for how nice it looked. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room.

Christian laid me down on the bed before he walked over to a doorway on the opposite side of the room. He opened the door and I saw what looked to be a bathroom. He shut the door behind him and I groaned.

I looked over the side of the bed and bit my lip. I wanted off the bed so I could explore the space a little more. I knew I wasn't supposed to walk on my ankle but I didn't like the thought of being stuck. Trapped.

I rolled onto my left and opened the drawer of the bedside table. It was empty. I rolled to my right and opened the drawer. Inside was a phone charger, a notepad, and a bottle of painkillers.

Remembering that I didn't have my phone, I inched to the end of the bed and let my legs dangle off the side.

When Christian walked out of the bathroom, his eyes met mine and he stopped just in the doorway. "You should be resting."

"Where's my phone?"

"My father wasn't joking when he said you need to take it easy."

"Christian, where's my phone?"

He looked down at his sleeve and began messing with the cuff. "It probably got lost in the accident."

"I know you have my phone, Christian."

He avoided my gaze and started walking from the room.

I groaned in frustration. "Christian, stop!"

He didn't stop and said nothing as he headed for the door. He knew more than he was telling me and I wasn't so sure why he was keeping anything from me. What had I done to deserve such distrust? He didn't even know me.

"I hate you!" I yelled.

The door closed behind him and I fell back on the bed. I knew counting down the days until I could leave would be a waste of time. Part of me knew that Christian wouldn't let me leave easily.