you're mine

Chapter 14

A familiar warm feeling on my face wakes me up. As soon as I open my eyes, I am met by the bright sun blinding my vision.

My eyes fall down onto the sleeping girl, laying on my chest. Her body moves slowly, lifting up and down against my own. Her lips are parted slightly and her arms are wrapped around me. The sight is enough to send me into a coma, having that image replaying the whole time of my sleeping state. I wish she was this comfortable with me when awake. I only have myself to blame for the fact that she isn't.

I kidnapped her, killed people in front of her, threatened and insulted her. In her eyes, I am probably the worst person alive. But if she really hated me as much as she lets on, wouldn't she at least try run again?

I like to believe there's a part of her that doesn't dislike me.

That part of her, even if it is as thin as the epidermis, I will cling onto. Because I need it, I need her.

Or, I've scared her so much that she is in a constant state of shock and that's why she isn't fighting me. People do say death can scar a person for life; it didn't look that bad to me.

If that is the case, she's so scared of me that she can no longer fight, I'm okay with that. Because it will get her closer to me, and I can plant the idea in her mind that she loves me which will make her really love me.

It is hard, constantly feeling the fear from her. Even when she isn't acting afraid, I can still feel it; and see it. Her eyes are always filled with worry, as though holding back tears of fear. And her body shakes constantly.

Interrupting me from my thoughts, I hear a slight moan escape her lips which makes me look down. Emily's eyes slowly start to open. At first, she squints as they adjust to the light but once the process is over, her eyes dart up to mine.

"Hey, sleepyhead." I smile as warmly as I possibly can.

"What happened?" Her brow furrows as her body rushes to sit up, clearly uncomfortable with her previous position.

"Relax, we fell asleep like that." I kiss her cheek.

"Oh, right. I remember." Emily nods slightly then reaches for the door handle, when she pulls on it, it doesn't budge. "Can you please unlock the door."

I squint at her "Why?"

"Because I want fresh air. Please." She pleads.

I unlock the car for her and follow her every move as she gets out of the car. The sun is still rising as we get out, the warm glow resting on our skin.

I watch her closely; Her small body stretches in the rising sun, Her T shirt lifting at the bottom as she does.

"You are really pretty, you know?"  My lips curve up into a light smile.

"I do, actually." Emily sighs.

"Good."

"Why is that good?"'Her face scrunches.

"Because I want you to know how beautiful you are, I want you to see yourself through my eyes, and hear yourself through my ears. I want you to know how much your smile, laugh, voice, the innocent look in your eyes, all play into your beauty and it isn't just your gorgeous body or ethereal face that makes me believe you're some succubus."

She doesn't reply to my comment, she doesn't even look at me. I am not sure why, but it doesn't bother me nonetheless. I know she isn't comfortable with this but that wont change my actions because I know the truth.

The only reason she doesn't want this is because this is all so new to her. She has never made a decision on her own; yes, I play into that, kidnapping her against her will. But if she hadn't had the life she had, she would thank me for it. She will thank me for it, it will just take her longer than it normally would.