Bulletproof || l.h. (Criminal!5sos)

IV

Every detail of that bedroom had already been examined by me, from the little marks on the door that was keeping me locked to the fifty three cardboard boxes that were placed on the ground, perfectly aligned.

The darkness of the night was now being replaced by a subtle ray of sunlight. I felt the tiredness taking over every single cell of my body. Each one of them was begging for some rest, but the fear of someone attacking me was making it hard for me to even breathe. I rest my head on the pillows left by the tall blond boy a few minutes ago and I feel my eyelids starting to become heavier and heavier, and I couldn't help it but to fall in a deep sleep.

I woke up, slowly, my body feeling sore. But something was different. I noticed a blanket covering my body and keeping it warm. For an instant I smiled due to that feeling of comfort and warmth I was craving for. I looked to my left and realized it was starting to get dark again, and it doesn't take a genius brain to conclude that I basically slept all day long. 

My thoughts were interrupted when Luke, the tall blond boy who kept me captive even though he saved my life, entered the room with a big tray of food on his hands.

"You have to eat something." He spits out coldly as he takes the warm blanket off of me. Then he placed the tray gently next to me. He brought me a tray full of things: orange juice, bread, pastries, fruit, everything I could possibly ask for.

"I don't know what you like, so I brought you a bit of everything"

"Thank you" I say almost in a whisper. "But how can I eat if you tied my wrists?"

"I'll feed you, just tell me what you want."  

Asshole.

"Water."

One of his hands reached the glass full of water and the other one held my chin up, so I wouldn't spill it everywhere as I was drinking it.

I felt like life was finally blossoming inside of me in the moment that fresh water went down my throat. I had never been this thirsty all my life. It was like I had been sleeping for 2 months. I assumed I was dehydrated from all the panic I had the other night. It kept repeating itself inside my head, like my hands were still covered with blood and my body as vulnerable as it'll ever be. These thought kept racing in my mind like a swarm of angry bees, making it impossible for me to even talk, once again. 

"Sandwich?" He asked. He aparently got used to the fact that I wouldn't talk much. I nodded and he took it to my lips, allowing me to take small bites of it.

"Just let me go please I pr-"

"I'm not dumb, Chloe" He cuts me off after I was finished eating.

"I didn't ask to be here!"

"I didn't ask you to be here either." He kept the cold toned voice, suddenly getting up and locking me alone again.

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I wake up with a loud noise next to me. I looked to my left and noticed the tall blond boy moving the cardboard boxes away.

"For how long have I been stuck in here?"

"This is day three."

He banged the door locked.

Again.

My heart stopped everytime he did that. 

I felt lonely and trapped. It felt like I was dying inside. The red wall behind me was the only thing that brought some life to that bedroom. The three other walls were plain white and they were driving me insane, and the little spots on them were making my brain tie itself into really tight knots. The boxes weren't there anymore, so there was nothing interesting in front of me. The room was now even empty-er. Matches my soul now at least.

"Luke!" I yelled, and he quickly came in. I guess Ella got his name right.

"Are you insane?" He answered, shouting at me as he pulled my legs down, making the rope which tied my wrists hurt me like knives.

"I just want water! I'm sorry stop please I'm begging you-"

He was mad.

He pushed my body against the headboard in anger, making the deep cut in my back hurt and I tried my best not to scream because of the impact. 

Luke went out of the bedroom to get me a glass of water, but this time he forgot to shut the door. I noticed some guitars hanging out from the black wall outside my bedroom and a big desk covered with plastic bags and papers. I could only guess Luke really liked this colour. At least we finally agree on something.

This was my shot.

I tried to let go of the ropes that kept me tied to the bed in hopes to get away and run, but I was cut off by Luke's sillouette.

"Woa there I didn't know you were so desperate to get out." He jokes, as he places the straw between my lips. I drank it as fast as I possibly could. I didn't find it funny at all. 

"Can you notice? Do I look like a desperate woman to you?" I said sarcasticly.

"Actually, not really. You look like a stubborn, strong minded, five year old kid who can't stay still." He let out a little giggle. His words made me so mad, but his laugh was music to my ears. I had never seen him laugh before.

"Oh you're so funny." I rolled my eyes.

"Do you want anything else?" He cut off the joking. His expression made me feel so scared again, it made me shiver. This mood changes of him were really starting to get on my nerves.

"No."

I've faced guys stronger than him, and none of them has ever intimidated me. Who the hell does he think he is to make me scared now? I'm done, I'm finishing his little stupid game.

"I need you to tell me where is your place."

"Why do you need to know that?"

"I need to pick up your stuff."

"I'm not staying-"

"You're cute, Chloe. Now tell me where it is."

"You're not going inside my house without me."

"Are you sure about that?"

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