When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Seventeen

I don't know what time it was before I finally made it back to my room.

I had fallen asleep in the hotel lobby for a little while, after reading four magazines and a newspaper from seven months ago. Some rude bellhop woke me up, ordering me to go to my room if I had one or get the hell out.

And then I crept as quietly as I could back into my room, hoping that Trevor wasn't awake. As figured, he was passed out in one of the beds, the sheets tangled around him and the hotel wine bottle cracked open on the floor beside him.

I had layed in the bed across from him for hours that could have just as easily have been minutes, trying to sort through my thoughts. An uneasy feeling settled into my stomach, the pit only growing worse and worse the more I thought of how complicated things seemed to be. I had the perfect chance to escape from Trevor and the mess he had just created, but I honestly didn't want to run away. I would be caught eventually, more than likely, and I couldn't do that to Trevor. I was mad at him, obviously, but I didn't want Megan or whoever his sister was to die because of me. And I certainly couldn't live with myself if Trevor ended up getting killed like he says he would. That thought alone makes me shudder in fear and fright, as ridiculous as that might seem at the moment.

He had been such a jerk.

Barely sleeping a wink, the moment the sun rises, I crawl quietly out of bed and to the bathroom, locking the door and turning to face my horrid reflection. My hair was crazy, piling in all different directions, my clothes wrinkled and gross. The remains of my mascara was packed under my eyes from a sleepless yet exhausting night, my muscles aching from everything that happened yesterday and the day before.

I slowly take off my clothes, trying to ignore the pain my muscles create as I do this. I'm afraid to turn on the shower in fear of waking Trevor. I'm just not in the mood, or ready, to see him. But the door was locked and there wasn't much else I could do. I am just bored out of my mind.

I gasp as I take another look at myself through the mirror while the shower's water warms up. Dark bruises outline my chest from last night, and two dark spots on my shoulder shadow Trevor's thumbprints from when he had held me against the wall. I look really beautiful with all these bruises when you include the dark handprint on my cheek.

I sigh, not even knowing what to think.

Once again, I let the shower attempt to wash away all the soreness and aches my body endures. But there was so much crap going through my head. Sure, I was mad at Trevor, but it's hard to hold someone accountable for their actions when they're stoned. Hopefully he won't even remember. That will save a lot of embarrassment, not that I'd forgive him - he had to make it up to me.

But was there another reason why I hadn't just walked out while I could in the lobby? Well, besides the fact that Trevor and his innocent sister would die? Or the fear that another abductor, one not quite as kind/hot as Trevor, would be assigned to me?

I had felt a strong feeling for Trevor, a desire so strong for him that I had wanted to stay. But that was all it was, wasn't it? Desires? Surely. I could not be seriously falling for my kidnapper after the way he attacked me, and after all those times he's acted like a jerk. I was stronger than this. Of course I was very attracted to Trevor - who wouldn't be? He's absolutely gorgeous, and actually kind sometimes if you give him the chance to be and a perfect setting. He made me feel like no one else. But so what?

Right?

Am I completely crazy?

Sighing, I step outside the shower, wrapping myself into a towel. My reflection is blurred in the steamed mirror, and I really didn't want to see my horrid and bruised face. I hated not liking what I saw in the mirror, because I was usually happy with who I was. But who would look past a bruise the size of fist on my swollen cheek to look at anything else? To not judge?