Her Capture, His Desire

Chapter 1

Emily's POV
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My eyes flicker open but I quickly squint at the harsh sunlight shining through my curtains. I sit up slowly, rubbing my sleepy eyes and wincing at the stiffness in my back.

Glancing at my clock on the nightstand, it was only 6am which meant, I hadn't slept well. Again.

But this wasn't unusual for me, I rarely slept through the night without waking up at ungodly hours. It was either due to some dream or some kind of unease I just couldn't explain.

But here's the crazy thing, despite the early hour, I didn't feel tired at all, that always made me happy. I really don't want to start doing things all day and suddenly start yawning like a little kitten or even worse, dozing off.

I lay in bed for a few moments staring at the ceiling of my small, messy room. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the worn blankets that lay tangled around my legs.

I would've gone back to sleep by this time, but for some reason, I couldn't. So I got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains and peering outside.

The streets were empty and quiet, but I could see a few early risers walking their cute dogs and a few newspaper boys delivering the morning papers. The world was just starting to wake up, just like me.

This made me calm a bit but still... Something still felt off like there was a shift in the atmosphere, in fact I was feeling a sense of restlessness that hadn't left for the past few days like a sense of dread settling in my stomach.

I might as well just start my day, anything's better than looking out the window like a lost child at 6am. I closed the curtains and and headed to my bathroom.

I wash my face, and brush my teeth then quickly pull my hair up into a messy bun, not caring about my appearance much. Honestly, I didn't really put much effort, but at least I look presentable and... Cute.

Mom's probably awake or downstairs already... Or she probably isn't. I sigh as I finish sorting myself out before walking out of my room, making my way down the hallway to the staircase.

I could hear the sound of the house creaking and settling, it was oddly silent... I hated it. I got to the kitchen, where I expected to find her, she loves the kitchen.
But the kitchen was empty, she wasn't there.

I look around, confused. "So she's still sleeping?" I check the clock on the wall again, it was still quite early though.

I didn't want to disturb her so I decided to wait a bit for her to come downstairs while I poured myself a glass of water and sit at the table.

I took a sip then twirled the glass in my hands, staring at the table. My thoughts began to run wild, jumping from one thing to another. I was bored and I felt a dull throb in my head.

But I wouldn't be so bored if I had a pet, when I was little I always wanted one... specifically a cat, but my parents or let's just say my mom, never allowed me because she thought I was too young and irresponsible to take care of it.

She said she was 'concerned' about my maturity to take care a pet. I could've taken care of a cat just fine. Maybe I was a bit clumsy in some cases but I'm a bit lonely sometimes, I just need company. I took another sip of my water.

Maybe one day I will have a cat or not... But right now I'm hung- "Someone's up early..."
I heard a heard a soft voice behind me and I turned around to see and older version of myself at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at me.

"Morning, mom..." I returned the smiled, feeling my mood lift.

She walked over to the table and sat down opposite me. "What's got you up so early, love?" I couldn't help but giggle at the unexpected question.