His Toy (Book #1)

Home Sweet Home?

He has dragged me to a car hidden in the woods and that's is what we used to get away.

It had taken a little over a day before we had arrived to... a cabin?

We were deep in a forest, in the middle of  nowhere.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

I watched as he unbuckled himself and opened his door, steeping out of the car.

"This is where I live," he explained.

I stepped out of the car also and stood there, on my side, not quite sure if I even wanted to be here with him. He really didn't give me a choice at all.

I followed him to the front door of his cabin and waited, watching him find the correct key to slide into the lock on the door and unlock it. When he got it unlocked, he turned the knob and opened the door, signaling with his hands for me to step through first.

I slowly walked forward and through the door into the small, cute cabin. My eyes wandered along to walls of the front room. Pictures hung from nails, but these weren't just any pictures, these were all the pictures we had taken together or that he had taken of me when he took all those photography classes. He had made me feel like a model.

A small smile crept onto my lips and I continued walking.

The living room had two small couches, side by side with a small table in between them, and a recliner.

I continued on through the little doorway that led out of the living room and found myself in the kitchen/dining room.

How cute.

There was a small table, that might be able seat four, in the center of a medium sized kitchen.

There was another doorway branching off of the opposite end of the kitchen, and when I walked through it, there was a hall with two small rooms, right next to each other, on the other side and the staircase leading to what I'm guessing is the attic.

I heard shuffling footsteps behind me and prepared myself, not jumping when he spoke or placed a hand in my shoulder.

"Do you want me to show you to your room? Then maybe we can have supper?"

Keeping my back to him, I answered him, speaking with what little confidence I could muster.

"Sure."

"Right this way," he said and walked across the hall towards the room on the right side of the two.

"You'll be staying in here, unless you want to share my room."

"This is fine," I answered quickly.

I still wasn't sure what I felt about this. I mean, I missed Garrett, but he seems different. Plus, I really miss Mason. I shouldn't have left.

I felt my eyes tearing up, and immediately pushed past him and into the room, shutting the door swiftly behind me, and locking it. I didn't even make it to the bed before I crumpled to the floor, my emotions consuming me.

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There was a knock at the door, but I chose to ignore it. It was probably just Garrett wanting to know if I was hungry.

"Supper is ready," his voice came through the door, a little muffled, but I could understand what he was saying. I didn't want anything though. I wasn't hungry.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat sometime."

"Well, it won't be right now."