Born to Die

Chapter Seven: The Need to Breathe

Grace's POV:

I didn't know what to think. Obviously I drank and smoked, but I didn't go around hooking up with random guys I'd only met a few days prior. After Camilla left, I dressed for the day and followed, not wanted to be in that room any longer. I was completely drunk, how could he take advantage of me like that?

I went to the library where they had shelves upon shelves of books. I figured that I could lose myself in some books while trying to cool down from earlier. I grabbed a random book and slammed it open to the middle page, trying to concentrate on the words while my brown hair flopped onto the pages and into my eyes. 

"Hello, Gracie." I heard a deep voice behind me, and I immediately knew him as Mr. Psychopath, the crazy man who'd brought us to this hell hole. 

"Don't call me that," I growled. I still didn't turn around, but instead turned the page in the book I was trying so desperately to read. 

"I know what happened last night, Gracie."

"Great, at least you know," I grumbled, then added, "I told you not to call me that!"

"Manners!" he barked, making me jump slightly. 

"Why should I be polite to someone who kidnapped me?" I said, irritably.  I slammed the book closed, and jammed it back into it's place on the shelf. I didn't want this conversation, especially not now. The guy was extremely creepy, and looked in desperate need of a good shower. 

I tried to walk out of the library, but a hand caught my wrist in a death grip, which I knew would leave a ton of purple bruises later.

"You listen to me, little girl," Mr. Psychopath hissed. "You better learn some manners like your dear friend Camilla, or all three of you will be in the doghouse."

I didn't need a crystal ball to know who the third person was, either. 

I ripped my arm out of his hold with a glare, and stomped out, not caring who I ran into. I needed to put distance between me, the library, and my dorm. I needed fresh air. I needed to go outside. Soon.