Savage

Chapter 25- Not Real

*Shailene's POV*

I was starting to doubt Kendall so much, now that I got time to think about everything. I leaned against the window near the theater like living room, and pulled the curtain slightly to get a glimpse of the outside. I was so numb from my earlier breakdown I think I would sleep now.

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Wow. Was that a fountain? What? This was paradise. I was kidnapped by my boyfriend and my lover's father. Seemed like a movie if you ask me. Just when I was about to turn to the right to scope out the pretty landscaping, I saw Kendall making his way to the opposite direction of my observing. What was he doing? I should probably follow him.

There was nothing to do here anyway. I didn't even know where Andrew and Vers were.

Jared did say we were permitted to stroll around, I hope that included outside too.

I looked around before I stepped onto the carpeted section of the room and released the deadbolt on the inside of this huge wooden arched door. Inching it open, the sun was no where out, it was probably about 7-ish and outside was brightly lit by the lights high up and about the building's exterior.

I followed him, just for the sake of something to do. He was a distance away from me and he wore a navy blue shirt and a dusty grey jeans. When he broke the corner, I ran up to it, and then he disappeared. It was quite a distance to run because it was a really...really...big house. But now, we were no longer in the Broker's premises.

I lingered about that side building on a street with no sign indicating the name until I noticed there was a short door blending in with the white paint...and I put my finger on it, and it swung open on touch. There was a small step to get down into the dimly lit room. All of a sudden, panic shot through me when the door behind me shut on its own. I found it hard to breathe and it was just then I realized that I had my phone in my pocket. I should call my dad to let him know that I was okay, but I wasn't going to tell him what was happening just yet, before he panicked and had a heart attack or something.

With my heart echoing my head after I tried to turn the doorknob, I turned around and searched for Kendall, or something more preferable, a way out of here. It would've been awkward if he found me following him. What would I have said? I was bored so I followed you around your father's mansion because I doubt you alot? I continued searching around the room which happened to be empty, aside from a table and a chair to the right side of the room. Was this a basement?

I had finally found him. I was trying my best to control my breathing as it echoed against the walls of the the isolated room we were in. It was hard to keep up with his pace, this was a really long room, he was jogging through it. He seemed to have heard my ragged intakes of oxygen after all that running and my fear...and it was just my luck that for some reason, my phone went chiming off in my pocket for a few seconds.

He stopped in his tracks after a while as I quickly scanned the dim room for a place to hide. I slipped into a small space behind a post which folded a few inches off the wall. His footsteps bounced off the dull white walls as he got closer.

We made eye contact. He shook his head and laughed nonchalantly while I searched to find my voice. I was a bit panic-stricken. Why was I even doing this? I should've just stayed by the curtain and run over the day's events in my head and cry, especially the part where I found my mother after like...ten years.

'You look so pleased to see me,' he commented on my fear. 'You know, I saw you reflect on so many windows on my way here and I knew for sure it was you because that Love Spell scent of yours...' He inhaled sharply. 'Glorious Shay. I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't mean for all of this to happen like this. I have to explain it all to you.'

He was right before me. His dark eyes searched mine questioningly and he asked the dreaded question, 'Do you forgive me?'

I just stared at him blankly, but alot was going on in my head. What was I to do? Should I? He was the one who --- Wait.

I cut those thoughts off as he slowly inched his face closer and closer until our noses touched. I couldn't even think straight anymore. I didn't know if he was about to do what I thought he was about to. He brought his palms to my cheeks, caressing. I felt the tension slowly sliding away and I was quite aware that his hand slipping onto my shoulder.

I barely whispered 'yes' when his hands tightened around my neck. With that, everything went dark and silent.

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I woke up on one of the theater chairs, reclined into it with my black dress still on, in the Broker's place. I woke up sweating and realized that the running and heavy breathing and choking to darkness was just a bad...really bad dream. The dream was not real. They wouldn't kill me unless I tried to escape. I learned one thing from this nap...don't try to escape.