Don't Tell; It's Our Secret

Chapter 9

Tommy
A few days ago

Alexander dropped me at the door of the stairs. He turned and grabbed onto my wrist like iron. It was as if he could sense my desire to run.

I wanted to be stronger and be able to cry out for someone-anyone- to help me and to save me from and whatever was going to happen to me.

Unlike before, when Alexander led me to the side room, he opened the door then slung me forward like a doll.

My body flung forward and I landed harshly on the wood floor. I hit the ground and cried out at once. The hardwood stung and made my entire body ache at once.

As my eyes peered up, a pair of black shoes stood in front of me. I cringed as the body of the person sank to the ground.

"Are you alright?" The familiar accent of the man called Wu sounded in my ears. "Tomas?" He called my name, but it sounded funny.

"I-I-I'm f-fine." I couldn't help but stutter as he spoke to me.

He looked terrifying even dressed as causally as he was. 

His black hair was a mess, he wore dark jeans a black shirt. I could see the glinting of his silver belt buckle in the morning light draining in through the green curtains.

He reached down and lifted me up with ease from the hardwood floor. I felt the utmost embarrassment as he stood up straight with me. He had to be at least 6'2. He was tall and as he hugged me into his chest, I could feel the muscle in his body beneath his clothes.

I felt myself blush unconsciously as I looked up into his obsidian eyes. He was an amazingly handsome man...but he did have me kidnapped...he was also an obvious criminal...

"Are you alright, Tomas?" He asked again.

"Uhm...yeah," I gathered myself as much as I could and pulled away from him. I felt cold metal on my arm and knew at once he wore rings like before. Earrings of silver glistened in his ears and I saw a chain on his neck disappear into his shirt.

I felt a stinging sensation on my hand and pulled it upward. I could see blood beginning to leak from it.

"Gāisǐ (Damnit!)" he spat.

He took a hold of my wrist and dragged me toward the stairs that led upwards. I felt my heart begin to race as he pulled me up the stairs. I pulled back a little, but he cut his eyes at me harshly and I felt my head drop. I gave up and he pulled me up the staircase and led me down a hallway.

I barely noticed him open a door and pull me inside until a staunch smell hit my nostrils. My eyes shot up and saw a beautiful room in front of me. The bed was metal, but it was closer to the floor, the covers were jet black and the walls were plastered with some sort of design that was gothic in nature. The furniture was dark wood and it gave me The Addams Family vibes.

Wu led me through the room and pushed into another door.

Ceramic tiles blinded me, they were designs of blue and white. It looked beautiful against the dark tone of the bedroom. He closed the door right behind him and locked it.

I would have wanted to run away then but my eyes were focused around the exquisite bathroom.

There was a counter and a sink inlaid, an old bathtub with feet sat near the door. There was a shower in an alcove and a toilet by the sink.

The mirror was large and covered much of the wall behind the sink.

I cried out in surprise as Wu grabbed me in his arms and placed me on the counter by the sink. He put his finger on my mouth as if telling me to shush. He turned around and pulled something out of a cabinet above the toilet.

He put the black box on the counter beside me and opened it.

It was filled with various things relating to first aid.

He grabbed my hand and pulled a bottle out of the box. My eyes widened at the sight of his teeth...they seemed over sharp as he grabbed onto the bottle with his mouth and opened the lid. He held my hand over the sink and then looked directly at my eyes.

"This may be painful," he said as he doused my hand in what felt like alcohol.

I felt tears in my eyes at the stinging sensation.

He put a big bandage on my hand and then looked down at me. He raised an eyebrow and tugged on my pant.

"Take off," he tugged more.

"W-What? N-no!" I shoved his hand away.

"You bleeding," he pointed matter of factly at my knee.

I looked down. "Damnit!" I cursed without thinking. I felt a sharp pain to the side of my head. "Ouch!! What the-!" His hand covered my mouth.

"Watch your mouth," he pointed at me with his finger.

His eyes were scary and I couldn't help but just shake my head as he removed his hand from my mouth. His body dropped down and he pulled the jeans up over my knee.

There was a nasty bruise and a burn that began to bleed.

He sloshed some alcohol onto a rag and shoved it onto the wound. I cried out again as he put another bandage on it.

He stood and threw the materials he used back into the black box. He turned to me and wiped the tears from my face with his fingers.

The cold metal of his rings caused me to cringe.

I tried to turn away and loose his grip on my face, but suddenly and ruthlessly, he grabbed the back of my neck with his hand and yanked my body towards himself.

His lips smashed onto mine and I felt an instant heat spread throughout my body.

My mind fuzzed and another tear fell from my face.

He blocked my body so I couldn't wiggle away.

All I could think of was the fact that I was kissing a stranger...a dangerous stranger.