The Journal

Chapter: 13- Found Out (Part 2)

Chapter: 13- Found Out (Part 2)

*Recap*

"Just like I was wondering if you'd lost something you owned."

My whole body froze at his words as I leaned away from him, so I could see him better. Was he talking about what I thought he was?

"Wha....", clearing my throat I swallowed before trying again. "What are you talking about?"

I still sounded a little shaky and unsure as I spoke though I didn't care. Looking up at his unwavering gaze I could see no trace of amusement anymore, just darkness. One darker than my own, and a he!l of a lot scarier.

"You know what I'm talking about, so give up the act, Zoey. Or should I say Zeus Gothinly."

*End Of Recap*

Saturday, December 13, 20**

Shaking a little I looked up at him, he really did know didn't he? But I still sighed, breathing a little shakily as I tried to pretend I still didn't get it.

"What, what are you talking about? I still don't get it?" Hopefully he'd just think that it wasn't me it really wasn't me.

But he just smiled at me, a little to evilly as he walked around the table, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the room. Heading up the stairs, he led me down a hall and pushed me into a room, the last on the right. Coming in after me he closed the door, before looking down at me, on the floor.

The room was black, like mine but more so. Where as I just had black curtains, covers, and walls, Pierce was different, it was like he lived in the darkness. He had black everything, walls, curtains, dresser, bed, desk, covers, carpet. Black everything. If it weren't for the situation I was in I would've been admiring the room, but I was still here and he had practically kidnapped me.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!"

Pushing my way past him as I got up, I went to the door, pulling at the locked handle.

"Why won't this freaking door open?!"

Turning around to look at Pierce I saw him at the dresser. His back was turned towards me and I could see he had scars all along his back, each one deep, long, and they seemed quite painful. But it was only for a second as the shirt he had been pulling from one of the drawers was quickly covering them.

"Let me out of here!"

"No, at least not until I finish talking to you."

Turning towards me, he leaned against the dresser, swinging a key around his index finger.

So that's why I couldn't get out.

The whole situation was creeping me out and I could feel panic creeping up my throat, trying to suffocate me. I was scared, almost as scared as that time and the reality of it had me straightening my back. I had been through worse than this, much worse.

Taking deep breaths I calmed my breathing before pulling my hair over my face and leaning against the back of the door, copying Pierce's casual manner. Don't let him see how uncomfortable this makes you feel and he won't have that to hold over your head.

"Then do yourself and mine a favor and talk, so I can get out of here."

Laughing a little as he went to his desk, he bent down to open a drawer and proceeded to pull out my journal.

"So...you missing something, or not?"

Dangling the journal in his hands he seemed to mock me with it as he stared back at me. Knowing this was a one in a lifetime chance at getting it back I slowly nodded my head. I had to get it back.