Your Royal Husbandness (The Selection fanfic)

Ch7: The Faint Footsteps

America's POV:

"You have exactly 3 days time to consider the offer. Meet us here on Wednesday, midnight to let us know your final decision. If you don't show up, we will be more than happy to invade your home back in Illea," The man said to me sternly.

His glare was like a blade, tearing my flesh into pieces. My body was shaking involuntarily against the wall at my back. I held my breath, trying my best not to show fear. I can't let them know I'm scared. I put on a brave face and uttered, emphasizing each word, "You will regret this,"

-6 hours earlier-

The faint footsteps woke me. I stared at the window and see that it's still nighttime. Despite the moonlight, it was still dark. The footsteps were there again. I turned to the doorway, the source of the noise. I scanned the room carefully and found nothing.

I pushed Maxon's arm softly, trying to wake him,  but he just shifted a little and continued on with his slumber. I walked out of bed and into the hallway of our suite.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I whispered. I see no one. I stopped walking, and try to listen to the footsteps again. Silence. I decided it was probably nothing, just my imagination. I turned and head back to bed.

All of a sudden, someone shoved a sack over my head and pushed me against the wall. I tried to scream but a hand stuffed a towel into my mouth to muffle my cries. I tried to fight back, but my arms were pinned against the wall by another pair of hands. Damn. There's probably two or more people here.

Just when I raised my legs to kick whoever's in front of me, something hard hit me in the head, knocking me into a dark abyss.

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Maxon's POV:

I woke up in the middle of the night. I instinctively turned to look at America, and my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. She's not here. She's probably in the bathroom I convinced myself. I went to the bathroom to check if she's there but found it empty.

"America? Where are you? It's the middle of the night," I shouted in the hallway. No reply.

"America? It's not funny!"

I looked down and found one of America's slippers lying on the floor. I scanned the ground to find the other one but failed. I started to panic. Why would America leave one of her slippers in the hallway in the middle of the night?

I turned on the lights in the hall way and gasped.

There were blood splattered on the wall.

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Things are getting intense!! Hope you guys like it as much as I do! Feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts! Can't wait to write the next part!