Such a Good Girl | the original

16 | the locked door

Cain came back into the car, his hands nearly shaking in rage. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared right now. "Who was it?" I asked, and watched as he handed me my phone back. "Megan's friends," he said, and I frowned.

"What did they want?" I asked him, as I watched him roar the car to life. He drove off! the street barely speaking a word to me. "Cain?" I asked him, causing his jaw to clench. What the hell?

"Cain, you...you didn't do anything to Megan, right?" I asked him. I just had this gut feeling, deep down in the pit of my stomach which I knew I shouldn't have but I couldn't shake it off. I saw his eyes slightly widen, as his grip on the poor steering wheel tightened.

"Elaborate."

I frowned when I heard his cold, hard voice and wanted to hide away. Good job Violette, now he's mad at you!

"Never mind, I'm sorry for assuming-"

"What exactly did you assume, Violette?" he gritted cutting my words off. What did I do?

"N-nothing, it's silly I promise," I whispered and watched him intake a deep breath. How do I tell my boyfriend, I think he might've done something really bad. Something so bad, I could gag at the thought of.

Cain ignored me the entire way home, as he drove us back to the penthouse. When we got there, he threw the keys at the valet and nearly stormed inside the lobby having me follow him. Stupid, stupid Violette!

He's upset because of that big mouth of yours!

I ran behind him trying to follow up on his fast pace. I just made it, to be in the elevator at the same time as him. I was panting and Cain's eyes were bloodshot. "Why are you upset with me?" I asked him, and saw his face soften.

"I'm not, little one. Today is just not my day," he smiled, yanking me into one of his big hugs. I inhaled his scent, and smiled as he relaxed his chin on my head, his plump lips colliding with my forehead.

The elevator doors opened and Cain let me go, stepping out of the escalator. I rolled my eyes at his snobby behavior. "I'll pretend I didn't just see that little one," Cain said as he opened the door to the penthouse.

My heart dropped and I quickly looked down at my shoes, too scared to look at him. When I entered the penthouse, I instantly shivered. All the windows were open, and the bedsheets were off the bed.

I frowned and looked over at Cain, who didn't seem fazed by his penthouse looking like, God I don't even know. "What happened?" I asked, walking over to the bed. Cain was quiet as he looked at me, walk around the house.

"Cain, why is the entire house ice cold?" I yelled into the kitchen where he was doing something. I didn't get any response which made my eyebrows come to connect. I turned around so I could walk to the kitchen but a little yelp left my mouth when I saw him already standing in the doorway.

"I need to show you something." A frown placed on my face when he extended his arm for me to grab. Hesitantly our skin touched, as he walked over to the door in front of his bedroom.

The locked door.

"Is it like your secret killer room?" I asked in fun, but not even a smile cracked on his lips. Cain's face was hard as stone, and his eyes were glistening. He was starting to scare me. Cain looked between me and the locked door, before he pushed a golden key inside the hole.

"Please don't hate me," he whispered looking at me.

"Cain, you're scaring me..." I said my words trailing off.

"Just promise me, you won't hate me." I could never hate him, even if I tried to.

"I promise."

Cain slowly pushed the door open, and my jaw was literally on the floor. Guns, knives, bows, so much more was hanging on the walls. A big computer screen placed in the middle of the room, and a lot of dark stuff! I couldn't make out.