Ghost ☾ j.b. & you

Chapter Two: The Great Escape

-Your P.O.V.-

Tuesday
I woke up to someone stroking my cheek. Once I realized I wasn't sleeping with anyone, I shot up in bed. A man with tattoos, messy blonde/brown hair, hazel eyes, tan skin with a nice built was smiling down at me. My screams filled the room when I realized what's going on. I tried to escape from him, but his muscular arm was snaked around my waist.

"Where do you think you're going, kitten?" He coo'd like I was a child. I glared at him in disgust.

"Who the fuck are you?" I spat.

I yelped when his hand hit my thigh. I noticed I was only in underwear and a bra. So many evil thoughts that might have happened to me during my deep slumber. My stomach intestines rose to my throat, choking me.

"Don't cuss, darling. You'll be sorry." He growled.

I rolled my eyes. Another hard slap to my thigh. "Don't roll your eyes, either. You will treat me with respect or there will be consequences. That's a promise."

I bit my tongue to prevent myself from doing anything I would regret. I looked at my thigh. There was a red hand print from where he kept hitting me. A single tear fell from the pain that was still there. He stroked his thumb on my cheek to wipe away the tear.

"Why are you crying? There's no reason to weep, love. I'm going to take care of you."

"I want to go home."

"This is your home."

"I disagree."

He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow. "That's funny you think that because if this wasn't your home, why is all your stuff here?"

Air filled my lungs but I couldn't exhale. He moved all my stuff here? How long was I knocked out? It would take him days to move all my belongings here. This isn't logically possible. Unless...

He's been in my dorm room before.

My whole body went numb as I collected all the pieces of the puzzle and put it together. Piece by piece.

"You creep!" I screamed before grabbing the pillow and hitting him with it. He let go of me out of shock. I bolted towards the door. I felt him grab the rim of my underwear, but I was way faster and got out of his grip. Running down the hallway, I looked for a place to hide. Nothing stuck out.

"Y/n!" He called out.

"Fuck." I grumble as I go into the kitchen and hide in the pantry. It wasn't the smartest choice, but I wasn't going to give up without a fight. What would they say about me? I would be considered weak and hopeless. Just like he wants me to be.

Closing the pantry door, I keep my heavy breathing as quiet as possible. One loud breath and I'm as good as dead. Hearing heavy footsteps, my curiosity was begging to take a peek out the door. I wanted to see how far he is away from me. I can't risk getting caught, though. Any intelligent person would know better than to risk their life for a peek.

"Baby, come out. I just want to cuddle."

I held back the gags that his sickening lies were causing me for the sake of my safety.

"Are you in the living room?"

Nope.

A couple minutes pass.

"Are you in the kitchen?"

I heard him search through cabinets. I knew he was close to the pantry. Making a plan inside my head, I counted down the seconds until he would open the door. Seeing the doorknob open, I lunge out past him. His facial expression when I ran past him seemed like he wasn't expecting my getaway plan.