Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 7

I watched TV, I looked through Damien's dresser, I took a nap, I read a whole book and Damien was still nowhere to be found.

I groaned and watched some more TV and read another book before deciding to check what was behind the door by the TV. I opened it and inside was a gigantic bathroom. It was the size of my room back home! There was a single shower in a corner, a bathtub in the other, a toilet to the right of the entrance, and a sink to the left. There was a huge rug in the middle of the floor. Andrew mentioned that I'd been here a good amount of time. I felt gross and sticky and the more I stared at the tub the more dirty I felt.

I waited ten more minutes for Damien. He still didn't show up. Expected. I stripped out of my clothing, turned on the water for the bathtub, and dumped a nearby bottle of bubbles inside. I stepped inside. The bathroom was so luxurious I almost forgot the situation I was in. I sat in the bathtub for a while, processing everything that had happened. I didn't know how to feel. I was mainly happy that I was still alive but I felt so emotionally wrecked for my parents. Who knows where they are right now. Have they noticed I was gone? I wondered what was going on through their mind.

I was drowning in my thoughts. I had to stop thinking so negatively otherwise I'd feel even more helpless. In a situation like this, hope is the only thing left. I took a deep breath and attempted to put myself in a mindset that I was getting out of here soon. So, I tried to enjoy the gigantic house I was staying in. Although it was hard, my imagination was the only thing I had so I let it run wild. Perhaps this was a vacation. I shook my head. I couldn't picture that. I sunk as low as possible into the tub and played with the bubbles in an attempt to distract me. Didn't work.

After my hour long bath, I wrapped a towel around my body and frowned at my dirty clothes by my feet.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I borrow some of Damien's boxers and a shirt. He can't tell me to take them off and leave me naked, right? But then again... he probably would prefer me naked seeing how much of a sick bastard he is.

I shrugged off all my thoughts and stepped out of the bathroom, back into the room. I slipped on some of his boxers. They didn't fit around my waist so I had to double fold the waistband so they wouldn't slip off. I threw on his shirt that went all the way down to my knees and crawled into bed. All of my worrying mixing in with my boredom had left me exhausted.

After twenty minutes of trying to go to sleep, but failing, the door cracked open. I immediately closed my eyes and held my breath.

"I know you're awake, Nova" Damien said. I opened my eyes and looked over at him.

"Were you in here all day?" He asked.

I nodded.

"You should've gone out for food. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, I am but Andrew told me to stay in here until you came back." I mumbled. "Don't want to risk getting in any more trouble."

"Andrew is a dumbass. I don't want you dying of starvation on your first day, especially since your frame is so small."

I didn't reply and looked up at the ceiling.

Damien kicked off his shoes. "I stopped by your house today to pick up some clothes. Don't worry, your parents weren't there. I did my best to pick out what I thought you'd put on. I'm not sure if you still wear these but I'll take you shopping-"

"Why are you being so nice to me? Drop the act, I'm fine. I already know how you really are." I told him. "I don't need you to take me shopping. Don't need your charity."

Damien ignored me. "Looks like you did need my charity, that's my shirt." He nodded at it.

"Yeah, I know it's your shirt. So what?"

He crawled into the bed, laying next to me.

"Go away, Damien." I told him.

"This is my room. My bed. You're the one who should be going away."

"I would, if I could" I spat.

"Ouch. You better watch your mouth or BOOM!" Damien said, pulling a knife from under his pillow. He traced a line on my neck.

I froze.

"Not much of a smart mouth now, huh?" Damien smirked. "Be a good little Nova and you'll have a nice stay here" Damien put the knife back under his pillow.

How did I not notice the knife?

***

A loud crash awoke me. I rolled over to Damien's side and felt it empty. I opened my eyes. I was by myself in bed. I wonder where he went. I stood up and looked through the clothes Damien picked out for me. Some were alright and others were clothes I haven't touched in years, as he predicted.

After looking for a while... I decided on a white skirt and black long sleeved crop top. I picked out some black heels and decided to leave my brown wavy hair alone.

After washing up, I slowly opened the door. I stepped out and closed the door lightly behind me. As soon as I stepped out someone grabbed my wrist. They pulled me towards them and pressed my back to their chest. My mouth was covered by their hand.

I kicked the person who was holding me with my heel on their leg. They loosened their grip which gave me a perfect chance to try to get away. Of course my arms were spaghetti noodles and this person was heavily built so I couldn't get away.

I struggled some more but eventually gave up "Who are you?" The voice roared.

"Nova Brielle" I squeaked.

"The boss' girl?" The voice softened up.

"I think, I-I mean I guess. Damien?" I stuttered.

Andrew appeared. Once he looked at the scene, he immediately started laughing.

"You better watch it, she's Damien's"

Andrew was carrying a girl in his arms, she appeared to be drunk because she kept on giggling. He looked down at her. His laughter faded. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened the door he was standing by and proceeded to throwing her inside.

The person let me go, and my mouth hung open.

"You could've hurt her! What the hell?!"

I panicked and ran towards the door Andrew had thrown the girl in. Andrew immediately grabbed my arm with force.

"You have a lot of nerve for a new girl. Especially since you're the bosses girl and he doesn't play around" Andrew said, shoving me back away from the door. His shove caused me to fall on my backside.

"What are you doing out of your room?!" A voice asked me, sternly. I looked up to see another gorgeous guy... probably the one who just had his hand covering my mouth.

"Kyle" I blurted out.

Damien mentioned there being two other guys, Andrew and Kyle. I already met Andrew so this guy had to be Kyle.

Kyle looked at me. "Answer me"

"Damien said I could come out when I'm hungry" I said. I got up from the floor and smoothed out my skirt with my hands.

"Are you sure? Because if he didn't and you're lying... you'll be in a shitload of trouble." Kyle said.

Andrew cleared his throat from behind me and stomped inside the room where he had previously thrown in the girl.

"I'm positive" I told Kyle.

He gave me a hesitant look before nodding.

"Rosely!" He screamed.

A woman, in her 30's, ran out of a different room towards Kyle and I. She eyed me up and down before looking at Kyle.

"Take Nova downstairs for breakfast"