Her Influenced Choice

Chapter 4: Escapee

It was getting dark. I was alone, scraping furiously at my cuff. Camille had left an hour or so ago. This chain really was bugging me. It continued to burn me every few scratches on accident, not to mention burning my foot every time the chains shifted. My tongue stuck out of my mouth in concentration and my eyebrows furrowed. This cuff wasn't normal. It was one of those stainless steel ones. It was about 2 inches thick, too. With all my attacks, it was still 2 inches, but I had to do something. My ears picked up footsteps and I stopped, shoving my foot under a pillow. The door swung open and Cody stood there, looking tired.

"Sup, asshole," I said. He didn't even bat an eyelid as he took off his shirt. My eyes widened as they took in the image. This was the second time I'd seen his abs and they still took my breath away. Cody even looked too tired to make a joke about how I was totally checking him out. When he went to take his pants off, I yelped a bit and covered my face with a pillow. I heard him chuckle. A drawer opened to my right, where the toppled dresser was. There was some shuffling and footsteps grew closer to me. I dropped the pillow and looked at Cody. He had no shirt on, but he did have on plaid pajama pants. He held out a shirt for me.

"No," I objected, moving away from him. He didn't move, just kept holding his hand out. I narrowed my eyes. "No."

Cody said nothing, but tossed the shirt over at my feet. He lay down beside me and put his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling. "You're freakin' me out," I said, looking at him suspiciously. Why wasn't he talking?

"That wasn't my intention," Cody said, finally looking at me. "I'm just tired."

"Well, you look like shit," I said.

"If you're going to insult me, I'm not going to talk," He said, looking back at the ceiling. I pursed my lips.

"Fine," I said, moving off the bed. He made no move to stop me. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach when I moved away. This is just going to be more painful to leave if I stay with him this long. I walked into the lavish bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and nearly died. I looked horrible. My make-up was smudged and my clothes were shifted to the right. My hair looked like a rat's nest and I looked tired beyond belief. I turned around and tried to close the door, but my chain stopped it. I growled in frustration.

"Cody, I swear to god, if you look in here, I will kill you and make your mom watch!" I threatened. He chuckled lightly at my threat and I shut the door the best I could, blocking out as much of the holes I could with towels. Now, I had to take a shower. I groaned and cursed Cody for not letting me get any clothes from my home. I was only left with my tank top and shorts that were rank. I needed a shower, though and I began stripping, but I ran into another problem. I can't take my shorts off with the chain on. "Mother of pearl! Cody, I hate this chain!"

He just chuckled again. "You're such a dick!" I yelled. I slid my shorts down the chain, so they wouldn't get wet. I got into the shower and regretfully cleaned up with his stupid "Axe" shampoo. Out of the shower, I noticed that my clothes were gone. They were replaced with a shirt... Cody's shirt. I also got new underwear and a bra.

"He. Got. Me. A. Lacy. Bra," I seethed in my head. "I. Will. Kill him." The fact that he got into the bathroom without me knowing and he touched my bra and underwear. He must've sniffed it like a creeper! Oh, God, what if he has some sort of drawer full of women's underwear that he stole and he's adding it to his collection? Holy crap, I'm screwed. He's such a creeper. Without any other option, I put on the clothes and slipped on my shorts that were still attached to the chain. I walked out the door quietly and didn't see Cody, only a young maid in a traditional maid outfit. She must've been a werewolf and used her speed to clean up my mess. It looked more like a plain room now, though. All the trinkets and pictures I broke were gone and now it looked like a guest room.