Immaculate

Chapter Five

I groaned, feeling a headache coming through. I used my hands and felt my surroundings. I'm on a bed, a very soft bed. I used my arm as a leverage and sat up from my sleeping position and scanned my surroundings.

The ceiling is painted white while the walls are painted blue with barely any furnitures in it except for the bed I'm lying on, a TV and a bedside table on each side of the bed with lamps. The left bedside table has a watch and a folder placed in top of it. There are three doors in the room which I could only guess that one leads to his closet, one to his bathroom and one to my exit. I stood up from my position and stood in the center of the room.

"Where in the world am I?" I wondered out loud.

"Glad you're awake." I heard a deep, manly voice said. I jumped in my position and turned to where the voice came from and to say that I was shocked and feeling violated is a big understatement.

A man leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. Nothing too major about that. But I noticed he is only wearing a towel. I yelped and turned around, closing my eyes. I have never seen a man shirtless before. Ever.

"Oh God, oh God." I muttered. "Why in world is there a man half naked in my room?!"

"Technically, sweetheart, it's my room but you can call it yours because you're going to stay here with me anyway." I heard the man said and his voice sounded much more closer than it was earlier. Wait a minute...

"What do you mean I'm staying here?" I said, turning around back at him while my hands still covers my eyes. I suddenly heard him chuckle.

"Come on, sweetheart," He said, much, much, much closer now, "Stop covering your eyes. All this is your anyway."

Then I felt his hands grasp my hands and remove it from my eyes but my eyes are still closed though.

"No." I told him firmly. I am not going to stare at him with him only wearing a towel.

I heard him sigh walk away from me. I relaxed a little bit from his lack of contact with me, glad that I was not near a nearly naked man. But wait... How did I get here? Why am I in an unfamiliar room? Why is there an unfamiliar man in this room?

Memories started to flood my mind as I remeber what happened before I got here... Someone kidnapped me... Which means...

My eyes instantly open in realization and shock before I turned around and said to him in bewilderment and fear, "You kidnapped me..."

I looked at him and saw that he was already looking at me. "Yes I did, sweetheart." He said cheekly.

My fear turned to anger and I aproached him with rage filling up my body. "You freakin' kidnapped me!"

I slapped, screamed and punch him like a madwoman but it doesn't seem to have any effect on him. He doesn't even flinch! And instead of him getting hurt, it was me recieving the bad end of this! I was the one bruising, not him. It's like he's body was made out of steel or something. Yeah, his body is that hard.

He seems to have had enough of my tantrum so he hugged me tight and tried to calm me down. "Calm down, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart, you teenage girl violating, hot kidnapper!" I snarled at him, struggling in his embrace.

I heard him chuckle and he looked at me in the eye. "You think I'm hot?"

I froze, wide eyed. "Uh, no. I-uh..." I stuttered.

He smirked at me. "Come on, babe. You really don't have to lie to me."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What makes you think I'm lying?"

"The fact that you just said I'm hot 30 seconds ago."

"Are you sure? I mean it could just be your imagination acting up or something."

"No it's not, sweetheart." He winked at me.

"What's your name anyway?" I said in the hopes of changing the subject. "And let go of me."

He smirked. Again. Oh my gosh, it's so annoying. "Do you feel uncomfortable with me holding you like this, half-naked?"

I looked anywhere but him, trying to avoid his cheeky and scorching stare. "As a matter of fact, yes. I do feel very uncomfortable with you holding me against my will with only a towel on."

"Oh I'm not wearing a towel."

I sighed. "Whoo, that's a relief."

"I'm wearing boxers."

"Oh..." I shifted uncomfortably in his hold. "Can you let go of me now? And by the way, you never answered my question."

He chuckled and released me from his hold, probably noticing that I'm not going to attack him again. "It's Henry."

I raised my eyebrow at him interrogatively. "Henry? Henry who? Henry Danger?"

His face lit up in amusement at my use of sarcasm. "Quite promising, but no. It's actually Calrissian. Henry Calrissian."

Calrissian... Where have I heard that before...

"Calrissian, hmmm... Calrissian. I've heard that before..." I said.

He raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh really? Where have you heard that before?"

"Wait. I'm trying to remember..." I said, pacing.

I suddenly snapped my fingers. "Now I remember!"

"So where did you hear my last name before? From your parents, perhaps?" He asked quite hopeful.

I looked at him, confused. "What? No. Your last name is from that guy in Star Wars, Lando Calrissian! He likes, controls Bespin, which is a mine colony and he helped Vader freeze Han Solo in carbonite and—"

"Okay, I get it." He sighed and stared at the window. "I should've known..."

What?

"You were so young then. Of course you won't remember." He continued his soliloquy.

"Excuse me but what do you mean?" I asked in confusion.

He turned his stare at me and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when the door opened revealing a pale boy who is about 5'10 in height with lots of moles, honey brown eyes behind his thick square rimmed glasses. He carries a tray with two plates that has three pancakes each, two glasses of orange juice, a can of whipped cream, and a bottle of honey.

"Heyy... What's going on?"

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Hey! Sorry if this chapter sucks and sorry if it took so long to update because I have a bad case of writer's block. I swear I'll try to make this story turn out better.

And also, please listen to that song on the media above because I think that song is amazing and you should listen to it. Thanks!

Peace out,
Ella<3