HOLLYWOODS

Hh

Fallon

Being in this house was weird.

Being in this house with a lingering-eyed old man was even more weird- especially when he refused to hide it.

Something about him made my stomach twist in turn, unraveling just to scrambled and tie itself into a knot, again.

It started when Na'Jour left the house this morning, in a rush.

Mac immediately snuck himself into my room, watching me sleep for at least two hours straight.

At some point, I pretended to be in a snooze, too shaky to risk exposing that I was well awake and could feel his darkness hovering over me.

There were particular moments where I swore he was snapping photos of me. Only few camera clicks could be heard and I hoped to be wrong.

That wasn't even the worst part.

The coolness of the air brought a line of chills down my arms and back, allowing my - barely covered skin- to be exposed from the blanket that was lifted off of me.

In that moment, my act was no longer and I immediately jolted up, covering my bare shoulders with my arms - all while looking at him as though he were a creepy clown wondering in the middle of the night.

"I see why he wants you to model for him." His hard, chapped finger rushed under my chin, tilting my head.

It seemed he picked up on my demeanor, but didn't care to worsen my discomfort.

"Don't be scared," He forced, sadistically with thick scruff behind his voice, as I backed my chin away- only for him to snatch my face up. "I was making sure you were still breathing."

I was one to sleep long and typically i'd be thankful of the gesture but the door was locked.. and now it wasn't.

His creepiness didn't stop there and followed into the evening, where he tried to.. what I assume, showcase me?

He had a meeting with several men who screamed wealthy and power. Very few of them gave me a glance, but the ones who did immediately bided on me.. as if I were for sale.

Instead of saying 'no' Mac decided it was best to state, "Only if Jour decides he doesn't wanna keep her around."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

After that, I made sure to stay crammed in Na'Jours room, praying that he would get back and fast.

It didn't help that I was in a random city, in a random home, without a fucking phone to call for anyone.

Was I safer staying or going?

One hour of waiting turned into six and eventually, thirteen.

I could feel my stomach caving in from the hunger, but I refused to leave the room knowing Mac was probably lingering outside.

In the meantime, I distracted myself by looking through his belongings.

For the little time i've been here, I never thought to discover the things in Na'Jours room.