What's the catch?

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I am once again sitting on Roman's bed. I can't stop thinking of benji's promise to try and help me escape, i'm hoping he meant his words, it's hard to trust anyone. I yearn to go back home, to see viper's crazy hair, my mom's smile, my dad's beard. All the simple details that I love of my family, are gone.

I don't know exactly how far away I am, but I feel as if I will never see them again and that very feeling makes me want to die.

My vision starts to blur , I'm crying , one thing I tried so hard not to do. I hear a knock on the door,causing  my head to instantly snap towards the window as I hear the door creak open. I don't want to let anyone see me this way.

"Hey, it's me" I hear cal speak up softly.

I guess Benji decided to stay down there. I stay still, not moving or making a sound.
I hear footsteps behind me and eventually feel the bed sink down. I don't want to talk right now..

"Roxanne?" He asks curiously, tapping my shoulder.

I turn around , letting him see my tear streaked face.
His eyes soften as a deep frown takes place on his angelic face.


"I brought you some fresh clothes." he offers, placing the folded clothing onto the bed.

"I can see that." I answer emotionless.

I hear him sigh sadly,his hand gripping my chin gently causing my body to tense up.

"Roxanne , I've only known you for about a couple hours, but you remind me of an older version of my sister and I can't help but be concerned. I would help you escape but you know why I can't, the only thing I can promise is to keep you safe to the best of my ability. " he speaks, sincerity gleaming in his eyes.

I sigh and shake my head "For all I know, this is some facade , my safety shouldn't be promised when I'm forced into fighting!" I reply in a clipped voice.

"You don't have to believe me, and frankly I don't blame you, but I'll still help you." I refuse to reply to cal, silence once more engulfs the room. Cal sighs  "Roman wants you down in ten  minutes, so go freshen up in the shower and get dressed. He has the bathroom stocked with  make up and woman necessities in the bathroom. " he states, standing up before walking out of the room.

I let out a shriek before tossing my clothes onto the floor. I begin taking the blankets and throwing them onto the floor, kicking them around while sobs freely escape my mouth.

I'm a hopeless mess , and I hate being expected to act okay with this absurdity!
I let myself flop onto the blankets that is on the floor. Letting myself scream and cry until I black out.


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I wake up to find myself tucked under blankets of a soft bed. The light in the room is off, but the light shining through the window makes it easy to recognize where i'm at, Roman's room.

I don't know how long I've been passed out, or who tucked me in. I sit up to see someone sitting In a chair with their head slumped down.The light from the window isn't bright enough to see the features. Curiosity sets in as I tip toe to the chair, assuming this man is sleeping.

I stand by the chair, leaning down to see if I can recognize him. Suddenly his head lifts up and his eyes widen, it's roman.

Shocked , I stumble back with an "Oh." I hear him yawn, not making  an effort to stand up.

"You're finally awake. " he states the obvious , his face showing no smirk like I expect.
I nod, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing my response.

Who tucked me in? How long have I been unconscious? Is he upset that I didn't show up? Will he hit me?..

I walk back to the bed, letting myself collapse onto the bed. Not caring if it upsets roman. Surprised, I hear footsteps and feel the bed sink in. I look over to see roman sitting beside me, staring at me intently.

"What?" I snap.

I hear him chuckle "There you are.." he mutters,looking amused rather than angry.

"Why aren't you angry?" I finally ask.

"Do you want me to be ? Because if you want.. Then fine!" he says sarcastically.

"No.. Just wondering . Usually you're a jerk" I state , sitting up frowning.

He says nothing and sighs once more.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I ask, staring down at the floor, the clothes that I have thrown on the floor has now vanished.

"Four  hours." he says briefly.

My eyes widen and my head snaps toward him "Are you sure?Who put me in bed?" I ask,narrowing my eyes at him in curiosity.

"I did." He says curtly.

Oh.

"Don't ever touch me again!" I warn as i scoot away, not liking the thought of him touching me. He probably was Perving on me while I slept.

I hear him scoff bitterly "Well, sweetheart, if I was gonna rape you or touch you inappropriately then I would have by now. Besides, I need you to be a little bit more emotionally stable for the fight." He snaps, annoyed by my accusation.

I cross my arms and turn my head.

"Am I on the news?" I ask, my thoughts straying to my family.

"Surprisingly not yet.. But I do have an offer, about your family.."He suggests. I notice something odd gleaming in his eyes, but I can't quite read them.

I now am very curious as to what he has to say. I turn towards him , waiting expectantly.

"And?" I push impatiently.

"It's a complicated deal, but it will also allow you to go back home." He informs hesitantly, staring at me as my jaw unhinges itself.

And.. Now I'm wondering, what's the catch?..

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