Forbidden

Chapter sixty-six

"What are you doing here?" I stuttered anxiously."No." I exclaim when he took a step closer, hair messed framing his blank facial expression while his blue eyes seem dull.

It's Nick...?

"Well hello to you too." he smiled and holds his hands up in surrender standing still.

"Answer me." I muttered not faltering under his stare.

"Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you. Liam sent me. As you know I'm still a plant in Damian's gang sweetie." he nonchalantly said in his posh accent, pushing his hands down his jacket's pockets.

"Liam? So they're okay and still here?" I frown to myself, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes. Of course I feel a little less tense, that meant the rest of them was save, Alice as well. I'm joyous and felt like I could breathe a little easier. At last a good thing.

"Yes. It's impossible to leave for them under these circumstances," he responded, "I've brought you something to eat, because I know how Damian treats the girls he puts in here until they do their job good." he explained and hands me two Snickers from his pocket."You probably haven't had anything to eat, did you?" his voice is quiet and not menacing. I feel like I can trust him.

With a shaky hand and small sigh I take them, examining them for a bit trying to find something odd. Then I unwrap one slowly and take a bite, closing my eyes after in satisfaction, my taste buds cheer in delight. I'm eating it quickly, not a smart move considering that I've had nothing to eat and now I'm scarfing this sweet stuff but it will help with my blood pressure.

"There's some water bottles in the small fridge," he points to the fridge standing next to the bed. His eyes look pitiful, expression grim and like he's trying to see if I'm anywhere damaged, or still mentally stable."I couldn't sneak in more food sorry."

I wave him off, grateful I have something to eat then sit onto the bed and search through the fridge; multiply beverages are there and behind a champagne bottle I finally find some small water filled plastic bottles.

We don't talk for a while, I'm on my second Snickers, having gulped down three small bottles of water. The hazy cloud disappeared from my brain and vision, that tension from my shoulders long forgotten.

The room was huge, painted in gold and white patterns, a big king sized bed that smelled of distinct perfume. I had laid down it, curling under the cover, my head supported by the pillow which was on the headboard.

"Do you feel any better?" he calmly asked. His voice is very soothing as he was leaning back on a dresser with crossed arms, his forehead crinkling.

"Yeah, thank you." I clear my throat then look to my tangled hands, "How are we going to get out of here?"

"We're not."

I look up in confusion, my lips pursing but he doesn't seem fazed.

"What? But-" I finally say.

"Not tonight. You're lucky Damian is out of town otherwise I wouldn't be here right now." he began solemnly, "If he knew I got inside he'd have a word with me and that wouldn't be so nice."

"Wow." I mutter, "I want to know about what luck you're talking about because I'd beg to differ. And how nice of you."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Hey I'm only being honest. I can't risk everything but I'm here so-"

"What then? You helped today but what about tomorrow?" I snapped because I couldn't help it, he closed his eyes taking a breath.

"Don't be so loud. I forgot how sensitive you fucking are." he muttered, squinting his eyes at me.