A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 3

Your eyes fluttered open, and I saw the vibrant green hue of your eyes, but you didn't see me. You felt around your body, and I knew what you expected, what you expected of me. "I didn't rape you," I said, sad. How could you think I would've? Okay, I guess you had your reasons. Your eyes searched the room, and your head followed, trying to find the voice you deep down inside know. You tried to edge up on the bed, and you even tried shutting your eyes again and blinked a few times to wake up from this amazing dream. I wanted to tell you it wasn't a dream, but I let you process it instead. Although you probably thought of it as a nightmare and not a dream at the time, sorry bout that. You tried to move your body more and more until you collapsed on the bed. Apart from me wanted to help you, but the other part wanted you to process all of this on your own to see what you would do. Hug me, kiss me, tell me that you loved me for taking you here, but instead, you kept moving your mouth, but the words didn't come tumbling out like they should've been. The questions that you were probably dying to ask never came.

"Your clothes are beside the bed," I spoke calmly. You opened your eyes back up just a little and searched the room for me. My heart sped up at the thought of you trying to find me. It gave me hope. Hope for us. Instead, your eyes landed on the clothes, and I settled with that, but I have to admit I was pretty disappointed that you weren't searching for me after all, but clothes. I can't wait any longer. I stepped forward towards you to make my face known. The floorboards creaked under my weight, and it seemed to make you more anxious to see me. I stopped inches from you in front of the bed. I couldn't think of anything to say, though, and I just stood there like an idiot. You weren't even focused on me, though. You were too scared. You kept hold of the sheets and held it as if this wasn't really as if I wasn't real, and you needed proof by gripping onto reality.

I wanted to hug you and calm you down, but you needed to deal with this on your own no matter how much I wanted to help you deal with this together. Kind of like we're a team. You pulled the white sheet to your face but left your emerald green eyes out in the open to take in your new surroundings. I waited for you to speak long enough, and I couldn't just stand there without speaking a word to you. It was painful enough that you weren't quite able to speak to me yet. I figured I'd do the talking, and you'd do the listening. That's what you needed at the time, it seemed. "I brought you here." I began keeping my tone even. "You feel sick because of the effects of the drugs. You'll feel weird for a while... Shallow breathing, vertigo, nausea hallucinations..." I paused to see if you were listening or in your own little world. You shut your eyes, and that little action answered away. You were listening to me; you just didn't want to listen to me. I came closer to give you a welcome hug that I've been dying to give you since you woke up from the drug spell. "Why?" You breathed, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Your hoarse little voice held so much power with it. I sighed because you didn't understand the gift I gave you. The gift to start over. The gift to be with me. I want to think that we were soul mates. Written in the stars.

"I had to take you." I put my head in between my knees as I sat down on the mattress. You tried to move. You tried to get away from me, and that made me heartache. You tried to, but something stopped you, and it made me feel like that was a sign from the universe that we were meant to be together. You pointed your head away from me as your body became one with the mattress, and I decided to give you more time to deal with this. You pulled your legs from where I was and hugged them to your body. I wanted to say that everything was going to be all right, but why should I? A part of you should've felt what I've been feeling ever since I met you. You should've known I would never hurt you. Yet you didn't, and that made me angry. "Where am I?" I paused before I answered because maybe I should let you figure that one out on your own. I tried to think of a suitable answer until finally, one came to me. "You're here. You're safe."