I got free of his possessive grip and ran out of the house party. I walked back to my dorm. It wasn't far.
My heart was beating so fast, replaying every action, every word. 'I can play even harder'.
What had I gotten myself into?
I got to my dorm and locked the door. Alone in my dorm, I felt unsafe.
I switched on the computer, then made myself a cup of hot chocolate.
I changed from my tight black party dress to a white vest and hollister trackies.
I sat down with my cocoa, and browsed the web. The room was so silent, you could have heard a pin drop.
Knock, Knock.
The loud noise startled me. Do I answer it? What if it's him?
Why did I always mess with the most troublesome things? I thought to myself.
I went to peep through the door. No one. Now I was scared.
I checked one last time to see if there was someone. Still no one.
I opened the door. There was a note on the floor outside my door. I picked it up, it read:
'You thought I wouldn't find you... I'm taking you to dinner tomorrow. Be ready at 7 ish. -Zayn.'
For a moment as I read, my blood ran stone cold. Maybe it would all blow over in the morning.
I went to my bed and laid the note on the bedside table, switched the light off and slept.
