"You probably want to shower, here." He grabs my wrist, leading me to the bathroom. "Everything's there and here." He hands me a razor. "That's yours. Towels are under the sink and I'll go grab you some clothes real quick from town." I nod as he exists the room. I quickly undress, hopping into the shower. I let the warm water run down my body. I quickly lather my hair in shampoo then rinse, repeating the same steps with conditioner. I scrub my body roughly, getting all the sweat and dirt off my body.
I shave my legs and other places where I didn't want any unnecessary hair. A loud thump comes from outside the bathroom. I quickly rise and step out, wrapping one of the fluffy towel around me.
I quietly open the bathroom door, peaking down the hallway. Dylan's door was open. I tiptoe down the hall to his room, looking inside. It was much neater than Cole's. And a lot.... darker and a bit smaller. I step inside, my fingertips tracing random things as I glance around his room.
When I got to his nightstand, I slide open the little wooden drawer. My eyes land on a tiny leather journal. I trace its cover.
"What are you doing?" My head snaps towards a furious Dylan standing in the doorway. "I-I was just looking f-for Cole." I stutter, remembering what Cole said about Dylan. "He's in his room." I nod attempting to slide past him but he blocks the doorway. "If you ever go into my room again, I'll punish you myself and I don't think you'd like that."
I felt very courageous at that moment. Maybe because I remembered Cole telling me that I took a lot to make Dylan actually angry to the point of hurting someone.
"You know, I don't think you will Dylan." I'm inches away from his face. I felt so powerful, like I was in charge. He smirks. "Don't test me Maisie." I roll my eyes. "Well, I'm testing you Dylan." A few seconds pass and he says nothing. I smirk in victory. "That's what I thought." I nudge past him, elbowing his shoulder as I do so.
I make my way to the bathroom as quietly as possible. I lock the door behind me as I take out the old journal, looking for somewhere to hide it. I check under the sink, noticing the wood was slightly loose. I move the towel so that I can lift up the piece of wood holding the towels.
It was perfect. I slide the journal into the empty space, laying the wood carefully back down and putting the towels back to normal.
(A/n I used to hide my journal in a similar place! & remember to vote/comment if you enjoyed.)
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FanfictionMaisie was your normal senior. Lots of friends, loving parents, good grades. Everything was perfect. Until one party changes everything. She's taken. He's obsessed with her and everything about her. But she just wants out. ...