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P.O.V Angelina
Hours, minutes, seconds, I didn't know how many time had passed, but in that time I took a shower and laid on my bed, waiting. I didn't know what I was waiting for, but I knew it was something.
My sudden outburst in the dining room hanging in the air and I rather not know what will happen next.
I really didn't know what to do, so I just stood by the window. Time had pass before the door opened.
I turned around expecting Alena or maybe the two guys again, but it was Nicolas. He just stood there his gaze stuck on mine, his eyes looked lifeless, not at all like the way I recalled them, watching me, before closing the door behind him.
And my breathing became rapid. It had been a long time since the last stared at him for this long, yet he scared me by each step he took toward me.
I stepped backwards but I was just met with a cold wall. My mouth went dry, my eyes widened. My eyes were glued to his, no matter how much I attempted to look away.
When he reached in front of me, I expected him to hit me or even yell at me, but what he did caught me off guard.
He pulled me towards him and hugged me. I stilled. What was he doing? Why is he hugging me?
It was like I was back in my nightmare, immobile, stuck, mouth glued shut, feet frozen. I wasn't sure if I was even breathing.
He didn't let go, just hugged me tighter, and I couldn't even tell him to let go.
"Fuck, I missed you so much," he sighed and ran his hand through my hair. His voice startled me.
"What?" A small, puzzled whisper fell through my lips at last.
Finally I managed to move, pushing him off of me. He had no right to hug me.
"What the fuck are you doing!," I snapped, glaring at the stranger in front of me. His expression changed from relief to confusion.
"Why are you acting like this?" He mumbled stepping back at little.
Is he for real? Has he gone mad?
"What do you mean?" The question was so absurd, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry, because he was clearly mad. I'm acting totally normal, for a person who has been kidnapped for the second time and not only that the kidnapper is hugging me! Did he expect me to be happy?
He tried to get closer to me again, reaching for me.
"Stop." I raised my hand, stopping him from getting closer.
"Angelina please," he whispered. The hell is wrong with him. If this is one of his tricks it's not working.
He walked forward, towards me, whereas I moved to the other side of the room attempting to get far away from him as possible.
"I'm sorry, okay. For everything I did to you I'm sorry. I don't want you to be scared of me." His eyes were looking more sad than I had ever seen them, they looked desperate.
Seriously, what's going on?
He was scaring me more than ever.
"What the fuck." I whispered under my breath, backing away, "What the fuck is wrong with you."
He continued to walk towards me.
"Stop," I told him desperately, but he didn't listen "I said stop!" I screamed this time, but he didn't budge, he continued to trap me in a corner of the room.
I could feel the sense of dizziness, and if he didn't stop I think I'd faint. "Nicolas please, stop." I whispered weakly, tears on the verge of falling down. He stilled. His eyes kept staring at me. After a few seconds, he stepped back, leaving distance between us again. Finally, I could feel my heart working again.
We both fell into a heavy silence, our gaze locked in a moment of disbelief. It was as if we stood in a surreal convergence of time and space, a surreal encounter neither of us could fully comprehend.
Feeling the weight of the tense air, I instinctively distanced myself slightly, trying to create a physical barrier between us, a small act of self-preservation.
"Why am I here?" I managed to voice, my words quivering with a mix of fear and uncertainty.
He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture of inner turmoil, his frustration palpable. "Because I brought you here," he said wearily, his eyes fixed on mine.
"You didn't answer my question." I pressed, the urgency in my voice betraying the horror in me.
Really, it didn't matter why he brought me back to this place, as long as he let me go again.
When he didn't reply I said, "I want to leave." My voice came out strong, while in the inside I was weak with confusion.
"You can't." Was all he said.
What did he mean I can't? Of course I can. I have to. Suddenly, the room began to blur, spinning around me.
"Get out..." I struggled to tell him.
"Angelina, are you..." his words faded into the background.
Next thing I knew, his body was supporting mine, my hand resting on his chest, and then darkness enveloped me. As I drifted into the darkness, a faint echo of his voice lingered in my mind, a mix of concern and uncertainty, before everything went dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before y'all come for her for fainting just remember she barely ate the thing she bought okay!😭
