His Obsession

Six

"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.)