Forced Love

Chapter 5

I slowly open my eyes, as I push my hair away from my face. I can't help but notice the feeling of someone beside me, on a bed. I slowly flip to the other side, revealing Ryan.

I gasp, as his presence startles me. This causes him to open his eyes, grinning.

"Did you forget who I was?," he asks, chuckling.

I begin to recall the events that led me to sleep in the same bed as him. While recalling I hear my stomach growl from hunger, making me notice my mouth, desperately craving water.

"Oh, you must be hungry," he says, wasting no time as he rushes to the door and yells, "get the breakfast ready!"

He narrows his attention at me, as he gestures to the bathroom.

I take that as my signal to go, and surprisingly I do.

"Get yourself cleaned up, and I'll leave your clothes on our bed." He says, before shuffling through some shelves.

I can't help but notice his choice of words, our bed?

I brushed it off before entering in the shower and beginning to wash myself. I admired the large, polished bathroom, while washing my hair.

I must've spent to long focused on the bathroom design because suddenly I heard a loud knock on the door.

It then hit me, I hadn't locked the bathroom door. I quickly shut off the running water and stood behind the door. My eyes darted around the bathroom before the knob started to turn. I grabbed a blue towel, and quickly wrapped it around myself, just in time as he opened the door.

He smiled as he looked at my covered chest area and to my waist, then back to my face. I was covered, but still couldn't help looking down in embarrassment.

"Get dressed, and come eat breakfast," he said before walking out, not giving me a chance to respond.

When I finished getting dressed, I made my way down the stairs. I was starving.

I met Ryan by a set of tables with another young guy.

The square shaped table had four chairs, and I sat near Ryan, across from the man. The man was probably in his thirties, with brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"What's her name?," he asked, looking at me but talking to Ryan.

I was confused at his words, why didn't he ask me? I let it slide as I couldn't control myself with the smell of the pancakes, why was I so hungry?

I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, my attention was on my food. Once I finished it, my eyes roamed the house, it was a large house.

I quickly focused my attention back to Ryan and the man. They were off in their own conversation that didn't seem relevant.

"When can I go home?," I only realized after asking, that i had rudely interrupted their conversation.

They both just stared at me, before Ryan blatantly said, "Leave."

He sounded annoyed, but I could care less. I interpreted his 'leave' to 'go home now'. I walked towards the front door, suddenly hearing the muttered conversation stop.

I didn't pay much attention, until I heard Ryan clarify, " Up to our room."

This time, he seemed agitated and embarrassed in front of his guest. I decided not to test him, at least not yet.

"Ok," I mumbled before walking back up to my room. I noticed the satisfaction in his face when glancing back at them.

I sat by the window, staring at the trees. This house must be isolated, why am i even here?

I noticed two cars parked in front of the house, one must be Ryan's. I began to play with the ledge of the window before realizing I still had my phone, in the pile of clothes i wore before showering. When I reached the pile, I grabbed my phone and turned it on, then I began to dial Daniels number.

I thought of dialing the police, but maybe Ryan wasn't a bad guy. Maybe this was all a joke. I even thought of dialing my parents, but this would just freak them out.

"Alison?!," Daniel screamed from the other end, making me move the phone farther away from my ear.

"Daniel? Why are you screaming?," I asked.

"You've been gone for two days, where are you? I'll come get you, are you okay?." He insisted on picking me up.

I thought for a few seconds, zoning off. Days?
How long did that drug make me sleep? Maybe hours, but I couldn't imagine days.

"I don't know, some forest.. But I'm fine, don't worry," I responded before the door jerked open.

I froze in my spot, with the phone still against my ear. If I had time I would've been able to hide the phone.

I hoped Ryan wouldn't see, but he was staring directly at it with anger in his eyes.

I heard Daniel ask something else, but I didn't hear because I was too worried about what Ryan might do. He violently snatched the phone from my hand and hung it up.

"Who was it?" He asked, raising his voice.

I never seen him so upset, it was like a whole other person altogether.

"I didn't tell him anything, I swear," I responded quickly.

"I asked you a question!" He said, this time screaming.

"Daniel..." I answered in a low voice before looking up at him, as he began to take apart the inside pieces of my phone.

I just stared as he took it apart, with his angry face not fading.

The door knob slowly turned, revealing the man from downstairs.

He noticed the tension, "what'd she do?"

I looked at Ryan, and Ryan looked at me. I was waiting for him to answer, since the question wasn't addressed to me in the first place.

"Go ahead tell him what you did," he said as he listened.

"I called my boyfriend," I said in a low voice.

I noticed Ryan's expression change, one that looked hurt and annoyed.

The other man nudged him, "hey atleast she didn't call the cops, they would be here in minutes."

Ryan nodded in agreement.

"I should've...," I muttered before I was violently pulled up by Ryan.

"I'm done being nice. This is the last chance I'm giving you.. behave..," he whispered in my ear before tossing me back to the bed.

I felt humiliated as the man laughed, and he must've noticed my glares.

"I'm Dean," he says, followed by a smile.

I don't bother saying my name, as I just watch him.

He shrugs before turning to Ryan, "you know, it's getting late. I don't want to interrupt you two."

Ryan chuckled, "I don't know about tonight. Maybe tomorrow.. When she gets comfortable ."

It took me a while to realize what they were implying. Sex.

They both headed towards the door, as Dean began to put his jacket on.

I sat on the bed, right where Ryan had left me earlier. I needed to get out of here, but I didn't know how to.

I sat there wondering, what could I do?
Maybe ask to go somewhere, maybe negotiate.

Whatever it was, it had to be before tomorrow night.

*** no ones really reading this story /: but if you are..hello:)
Well, I'm honestly kind of lost as to what it is I should do at this point in the story.. So I'm just going to keep writing as I go along..