you're mine

chapter 6

Luca's point of view

Emily fell asleep with her head leaning on the door. It has been hours since we last stopped the car when I threatened her. I didn't want to, she's so innocent. But I can't have her thinking she can do what she likes.

I know she isn't too happy about being here with me, but she will eventually. I just have to prove I'm right for her. I am. I thank her parents for raising her to be polite, under all circumstances. It truly does make my job easier.

I can feel her fear, always. I know she wants to run, yet she hasn't. Maybe she's a little too afraid. Or maybe she just doesn't want to stay the same polite girl she has always been, without even realising it.

The moment I started drifting off into a sleep, was when I realised now would be a good time to stop at a motel.

before I picked Emily up, I went to a bank and withdrew all of my dads money from his account. leaving us with fifteen thousand in cash. I am not going to tell her until she fully trusts me or she will use it to escape.

But despite any thoughts she may have on coming up with a great escape plan and leaving, she will not get that opportunity.

We reach the motel, pulling into the parking lot and switching the engine off.

"Emily, wake up." I lightly shake her awake and she does that cute little stretch she does when she wakes up.

Her body jumps in fear. The shaking reaction her body has to me kicks in and she shakes like a baby deer on the wrong end of a hunters gun.

"yes?" she sighs.

"come on, get out. we are at a motel, you can sleep inside."

She looks reluctant, but the neon motel light reflects off the knife in my hand, catching her eye.

she does as she's told and gets out, I follow, knife presses against her back.

Her tired feet scrape along the gravel.

"Hi, what can I do for you guys?" the receptionist smiles as soon as we enter the building.

I thought motel owners were meant to be half asleep and not even bothering to pay attention with the awake half. But no, we get the most welcoming fucking motel owner there is.

Welcoming means talkative, talkative means asking too many questions.

"One room, double bed."  I reply to her, Emily staying quiet with her head down. Maybe she doesn't hate it with me so much. I almost laugh at her.

When we were sat at the booth in the diner with the waitress beside us and people surrounding us in every direction, I was sure she would make a move to escape, yet she didn't. It makes me realise she's smarter than she lets on.

The woman grabs some keys from behind her and passes me them.

"And how long will your stay be?"

"Just the night."

"Visiting? Or just want a change of scenery?" She jokes but no one laughs.

I ignore the question like it's none of her business what we are doing here, because it isn't.

She asks a few more questions and then I pay.

The receptionist asks Emily if she's ok. Emily's lip quivers, as though she's about to burst into tears. I press the tip of the knife into the back.

"I'm okay." She replies.

Her simple reply makes me smile to myself.

Emily's point of view