'Stitches' by Shawn Mendes sounded on the back of the room as I put my hair up in a half ponytail, and I turned off the stereo after finishing putting some lip gloss on my lips, standing up and sighing on a tired mood, I've not been sleeping lately and you can probably notice that by seeing the purple dark circles under my eyes. Believe it or not, lying is tiring, have you tried to remember a thousand things just to cover one up? If you have you'll probably understand my 'dilemma'.
–Are you ready? – Toby shows his head through the door, tilting it meanwhile looking adorable.
–Yeah– I respond nodding as I head out to the door where Toby is.
–You look pretty– He takes my cheeks with his hands and squeezes them slightly, making a funny sharp voice when he says so.
–Thanks? – I say as he's still holding my cheeks and finally lets them go.
He smiles at me and takes both of my hands and squeezes them with his, then he lets go one of my hands and makes me follow him as he walks with our hands connected. I have to add that one of his steps is like two or three of mine because he's taller than me, so he's basically dragging me like a rag doll... Nice.
When we stop, I notice that we're on his bedroom door now, illogical, couldn't we just stayed at my bedroom or something?
–Enter– He opens his bedroom door and almost throws me in because of his hand leaning on my back, pushing me forward.
Finally, I'm in his room, his room is never messy, everything looks different from his old room back at the Creepy House, my lips open to say something but the only thing I get is to sigh when I eye on the burned piece of shinny paper.
A photograph, but not any photograph... The Rogers' family picture.
Suspicious that the House is destroyed but the photograph has been saved, almost intact.
–You know, I'm kind of hungry– I complain– Can we go and grab something to eat?
He keeps silence, he has his muzzle and yellow googles on, but I can still feel his glare on my eyes, he walks slowly, stomping at the same time towards me, one of his hands raises up and what it seems is that he's going to kiss me... Could I be more wrong?
His hand makes the quickest movement to my neck and suddenly I'm held by his big pale hand, air begins to miss me and my eyes sting from the lack of air. His knee hits one of my thighs, making me fall, laying on my back on the bed, Toby gets on top of me with his hand still on my throat, my hands try to make him stop but what I only get is that his free hand grabs both of my hands by the wrists and puts them above my head, leaving me unable to defend myself.
–I'm going to make it clear for you, Elizabeth– He grunts and I can feel a shiver go down my spine– You're nobody else's but mine.
–W–What? – I can speak hardly, his hand removes my vital air every single time quicker.
Yep his gone crazy, I'm going to die.
What if I tell him my little petite secret?
Nah... I want to see how far he goes.
His mouth opens and lets out a grunt, he grabs my wrists tighter and I glare at him, squeezing my eyes in pain.
-You're mine- He slightly holds my neck tighter, clenching his hand with my neck underneath it.
-T-Toby- I gasp losing air.
-Say it- He gets fully on top of me- Say you're mine.
-L-Let my neck go- I ask but he clenches his hand once again, pissed.
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