Innocence

Chapter Fifteen- Proposal?

Five days. It's been five days since I've been kidnapped. For most of those days, all I did was stay in my new room. Vince has tried to get me out but continues to fail.

So when I eat, he brings the food upstairs and leaves it in front of my door. I felt like a prisoner even though it was my fault for locking myself inside my room. But he shouldn't have kidnapped me!

My day usually consisted of waking up, eating, brushing my teeth, showering, eating, TV, eating, crying, eating, more TV, more eating, then sleeping.

I do need some exercise. I've noticed some chubbier parts of my body-my thighs. The house has been pretty quiet except for the occasional one-sided chats from Vince.

I was starting to feel bad.

My living arrangements have become messy. The drapes over the window prevented any sunlight and clothes lay scatterd all over the room. The only clean thing in here is me.

"I'm heading out. Chase is downstairs so don't try anything." I rolled my eyes.

Footsteps moved away from the door and I buried my head into my arms. Chase... Chase was Vince's "personal" bodyguard. Whenever Vince left, Chase stayed here with me.

I only see him when he delivers me food. I won't open the door to Vince but I'll open the door for Chase. One time, I invited him in and we talked about everything. He's nice. He has short brown hair, a football player body, and a nasty scar that runs down his whole left arm.

I don't necessarily know where Vince leaves to. Probably to go kidnap more girls.

"Ms. Romano! I have your lunch!" Chase shouted from outside the door. I smiled and ran to the door eagerly. When I swung it open, there was no food.

Only Vince and Chase.

Vince smiled triumphantly and shoved me into the room. I peered over at Chase and frowned. "You tricked me...with food. I thought we were closer than that." He gazed down, shamefully.

"Goodbye, Chase." Vince cooly spoke, eyes still trained on me.

"Yes, Sir." He formally replied and left me. Alone. With Mr. Persistent.

I shoved away from Vince and sat on the edge of the bed with one leg dangling over. "I'm guessing you're happy, huh?"

Something flashed behind his eyes before a smirk appeared. "Almost a week. That's too long without seeing my perfect rose."

I scoffed.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Vince scowling at the room and it's undeniable mess."Really? You couldn't have at least tryed to clean?"

"Nope." I replied, popping the "p".

"How long are you going to keep this up? This "stubborn" thing?"

"Until you let me go." I monotonously answered.

Vince stared at me for a good moment. Just stared. It was then that I noticed the formed bags under his usually bright hazel eyes and the shadow growing along his rough jaw line. His posture was slightly different than the last time I saw him. Slumped.

"What's wrong with you?"

He came back to reality and his face hardened.

"That's none of your damn business." His words cut like knives. Sharp and deadly.

"What do you want, then?" I furiously spat at him.

"I want to take you out."

"Remember the last time you did that? I killed someone."