Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I woke up in a really nice leather couch; I looked around and found nothing familiar. This wasn’t my house. I was in a small room with no windows and was made of some kinds of metal. It was completely made of metal, the walls the ceiling, the floor and there was an almost invisible door to my right. The room was bare except for the couch and the little light bulbs that were at the center of the ceiling. It felt like a prison, and there is no need to say that it wasn’t welcoming.

I walked towards the door and tried to push it, but it didn’t want to move, I pushed with all my might but after a while I sighted in defeat. The anger that was consuming me made me scream obscenities to the people I though I could consider friend even if they break into my house and all that shit.

“Calm down honey. You don’t want the director to do the same thing he did you Me.” said a too familiar voice. I turned around and I saw Nate leaning on the door frame with his hands stuck in his pant pockets. He had that annoying smirk on his tanned face and there was amusement in his blue eyes.

“You people are freaks, why did you lock me up in this prison cellar?” I shouted. I was going to strangle that pant hole. What the hell! Pant hole? Asshole! Asshole not pant hole. This thing of his is really clinging to me.

“We didn’t look you.” He said. He then entered the room and the door closed. I ran to stop it but it was to late. I tuned around to look at him with my most deadly glaze.

“You. Are. A. Dumb. Ass!” I said while trying to push the door. “We are lock here. We are going to starve, and the water? We are going to die from dehydration, oh my god, I am not breathing.” I said while walking around the small room. I then turned towards Nate. “You don’t feel like there is less air? I am probably dying. Oh! I am going to die so young. I don’t want to! I am too young!” I just keep rambling and every now and then I would look at Nate that was sitting on the couch smiling and looking amused.

He then shook his head with an amused expression. He walked towards the door and murmured something about me being crazy and hysterical. He then did the thing I did not think of, he pulled the door and it opened effortlessly. I just watched he walk out with my mouth hang open.

“Are you going to come out? He asked with a mocking smile while he held the door open for me. I closed my mouth and straightened myself, I walked out with the small amount of dignity I still had.

“See? I told you we didn’t lock you inside.” He said but I ignored him.

“You could have told me when you entered and not let me freak out.” I said very angry but embarrassed to, that I didn’t thought about it.

“Ok! Ok! Next time” he said while raising both of his hands.

“You are telling me you are going to put me in a cellar again?” I asked while looking at him with a surprised look.

“No! No! No! I am not saying that, you are the one that makes the wrong inferences.”

“Then what else does your ‘ok! ok! Next time’ it clearly means that you are inferring I am going to be again in that cellar.”

“Ok! Ok! You win. Grumpy…”

“What?”

“Nothing…”

“I thought so.”

He then whispered to himself. “Grumpy indeed”

“Where are we going anyway?” I asked to chance the conversation.

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