Daezja pov
I was in the room I guess which was for me
The room was all white
Except for the same neon purple lights that surrounded the floor of my bed and the ceiling of my bed including the top of the curtains.
It was really a dream bedroom. But I wanted to go home. I watched alot of television so iknew not to try anything and get myself killed.
I walked over to the big dresser pulling out the top draw revealing clothes. Clothes.Clothes. And more clothes.
Wow these dudes knew what size I wore.
I pulled out a white fitted top and some jogging pants. Hoping they didn't have a dress code and I get punished.
I didn't know where I was walking. I walked out my room in a long hall I turned down another. There were pictures lined up a lady and a man with two boys. One Brown one light. I could tell the Brown one was the man downstairs.
I sat And stared at the pictures.
"That's me and my brother."
I almost shitted myself.
"Oh Jesus you scared me."
"What are you doing down here?"
"I-I didn't know where to go...so I just walked"
He started walking to me
I was shaking
" calm down, this picture is crooked." He fixed the picture.
I let go a sigh of relief
He stared at me looking ne up and down
"So u went for the laidback style..Me too." He motioned to his clothes showing his black addidas joggers and black tee.
"M-mhm"
He was really close to me. I could smell the cologne on him. It wasn't strong but it smelled nice
He ran his hand up my side stopping right under my arm. He leaned his head in my neck kissing it and soon biting.
Yes I was turned on so a few moans escaped.
But I DIDN'T want this
"P-plz stop"
He spoke in my neck,"remember the rules?" He continued doing what he was until his phone rang
He picked his head up pulling out his phone and answering it.
"Waddup?" He walked away.
The minute I heard his voice faint I slide down the wall and cried.
