𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃¹⁸

15

-Chapter Fifteen-
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I woke up after what felt like seconds, it wasn't, if it were I'd still be in his embrace.

As I sat up I found myself fighting the urge to cry. My eyes stung as I remembered what I had been told. I was on a bed, a very comfortable and big one, a blanket covered half of my body and the room was dark, the only light being on the opposite side of the room.

I shifted to the end of the bed and stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over me but I quickly caught myself and walked towards the door. I had to go back to my room before someone sees me here and thinks I'm snooping.

The door opened and I stepped out and locked it behind myself. The hallway was dimly lit, the orange lights giving it a candle light glow, it looked beautiful.

The right direction didn't exist to me; I just walked the way that felt right. After going around in circles and repassing the same room about four times I finally decided to take my time and actually navigate properly and found my way to the kitchen.

From here I actually knew where to go. No one was around like it usually is and that's because I slept a couple good hours. I assumed it was about eight at night. This is the latest I've ever been out of the room so naturally I was a little jumpy.

The fridge was filled up but I only wanted one thing: apple juice. I collected one then took a seat at one of the stools. Quietly I indulged in the box of juice, my head low.

Those words kept resurfacing over and over along with Leonardo's face that only showed indifference. I still can't believe he knew that his father would've said that and he allowed me to believe it would just be easy. I can't really blame him though but in reality Leonardo never really gives me that hope, whenever I mentioned being free he always shot it down with a ‘if’ I don't know what I thought to have not believed him.

I bit my lips moving away from the straw when I remembered that I hit him and told him that I hated him. Fuck, why did I do that? I wonder what he thought after I fell asleep.

“You know I thought you'd never get prettier”, my head shot up at the voice, having not been too familiar with it. The person I saw immediately placed me in a defensive mood, “but look at you, skinnier,” the blond I am yet to know his name but as mentally being referring to him as snarky ever since he made the assumption that day I wore Leonardo's hoodie.  

How didn't I notice him get this close? He was two stools away which wasn't enough distance I'd want between myself and him, he's a creep. I didn't reply but just stared at him.

“Pretty girls should know manners, aren't you going to say hi?” he smiled creepily.

I kept my eyes on him, my brows slightly frowned. He seemed offended that I didn't respond, “Oh, you're the type that thinks they have a right to reject?”

What the hell does that even mean? “I wonder how long it took before you give in and let him break you”

Slowly I stepped off the stool and turned to face him fully. This man is a rapist, I know it. I don't need any evidence and I was not about to fall victim. “Leonardo wouldn't appreciate those words” I finally spoke up, staring him dead in the eyes even though I was a little afraid.