He Wants Me

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 I've been sitting here for officially three hours.

Three. Hours.

Is it possible to die from boredom? Okay, that was unlikely, but it felt like I was dying a slow and painful death, regardless. Even worse when being forced to listen to the chatter and laughter coming from the party below. How in the hell I'd managed to sneak into a party and simultaneously managing to avoid the whole party altogether, I had no idea.

It was my own fault, really. I should have gotten myself caught with Josie. In hindsight, I don't know what I thought I had to gain by getting separated from her. If she was just going to be escorted out and I was going to be here without her, did I think I'd somehow sprouted my own social flare, where I excelled in these situations alone? Clearly, I hadn't been thinking. Not since the moment she came up with this god awful idea. 

I tried to open the door for the twelfth time, but still it doesn't budge. With a groan of frustration, I thumped my head against the door, banging it repeatedly. Why is it still locked? Why do these things always happen to me? Sighing deeply, I turned around solemnly to face the room, rubbing my now sore head. That wasn't very smart. 

Scanning the room, I searched desperately for some sort of alternative exit. I had managed to find a small lamp next to the bed earlier, to give myself a source of light. There was a large, floor seated bed, wooden framing surrounding the perimeter of the mattress. Satin black sheets sat atop it, and while inviting, I didn't dare sit anywhere, in fear that I might hint to the owner that a stranger had been in their room. Other than the bed, the room was extremely bare, and my ass groaned for somewhere other than the wooden floor to sit. Elegant and woodsy... but extremely uncomfortable. Their wasn't even a strewn pile of clothes for me to fashion a cushion from.

Checking my phone for the hundredth time, I looked to see if I had somehow gained any bars on my network since the last time I had checked...

Nada.

Wedging my phone back into my bra, I headed over to the floor length window that stretched across the entire wall. It was so dark outside, when I looked to the window, all I could see back was my reflection, dressed in a mid thigh, strapless black dress. My long brown hair floated in modest waves down to my waist, and my doe brown eyes stared back at me. Wanting to look out into the forest beyond, I switched the bedside lamp off and pressed my forehead against the glass. The cool dew moistened my forehead and sent a shiver down my spine. 

You really couldn't see far beyond the tree line, the glow from the house barely reaching the edge of the patio. Staring as far as my sight could go, I think back to what Josie told me about the Landon's. All I'd heard regarding the residents of the manor, was that they were popular, filthy rich and incredibly attractive. To me, they sounded like the stereotype of every small town I'd moved to over the past few years, but Josie seemed to be convinced that there was something completely off about them.

Hey, who am I to spoil her fun? If she wants to investigate the mystery that is the biggest cliché of America, I can play along. 

Thinking back to the last twelve hours, my shoulders sagged in exhaustion. I'd just moved here earlier today with my dad, closer to Josie (which she was overjoyed about). In reality, I only lived several towns over before, but that was still a couple of hours drive to see her, so this move was certainly beneficial. I couldn't help but wonder why we'd moved though. Dad had said it was necessary, but he never went in to detail about it. I guess he had just felt like a change. We had always been moving... restless since mom had died.

And within twelve hours, I'd so far managed to gate crash a party, and get locked in a room for three hours. Great start.

 Returning to my aimless staring out the window, I pondered why someone would want to live so deep into the forest. For security reasons, maybe?