Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 8

Prince. . .

I'd safely made it home last night, and got her into one of the guest houses across the street. I left the girl there, sure to return in the morning. All the lights had been off in the house, except for the dim lights that shined through the livingroom window. My father must be sleeping in the living room, I thought. But just as I'd managed to step into house from the back door, I'd been accompanied by my nosey brother Ray. He'd been sitting down in the lounge chair that sat in the corner of the room next to the fireplace.

He clicked on the tall lamp next to him and crossed his legs, resembling a scene you would see on TV. And tonight that would be Ray.

"Ayyoo Jacob!" He said, removing his legs from their usual position.

"Oh, hey Ray!"

Ray squinted his eyes at me, trying to see through my surprised state. "Where have you been Jacob? Craig got home before you did." He scoffed.

I struggled looking for the right words, careful not to say anything he would try to use against me in the future. I was already way past the curfew we each had, and not to mention that my mother would be furious of me when she would see me.

"I-I w-was just..."

"Carrying around some ho? Or was it a hobo?"

I was caught completely off guard. How did he know I'd been carrying the girl? Had he been watching me?

"Ray how did you know?"

"Have you not met me? I'm the most responsible person you've ever met, so I had to be sure to check up on my little brother."

"I'm two years older than you little asshole." I'd replied as I made my way up the stairs.

"And you're a little bitch." Ray replied back.I knew he had a horrible plan brewing inside his head, I could feel it in my gut.

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I woke up to the chirping birds outside and the dim light from the sun shining through the window. I arose and stretched, preparing for the long day that I had been about to go through. I peeked around the corner to see if anyone had been downstairs or awake. Luckily, there had been no one down there. I checked my phone to see what time it was. '6:30 am'  It read. That meant I had only a couple minutes left to leave before my father would wake up and leave to go to his regular Sunday golf tournament.

I quickly brushed my teeth and threw my undid Afro into a ponytail. I grabbed my favorite blue sweater and slid it on, along with some grey sweat pants and white Nikes. I grabbed the little sticky note off the fridge and scribbled down a note to my mother so she wouldn't be worried when she would wake to see me gone. It read:

Dear Madre,

Went out for a walk! Thanks for letting me out. I really appreciate it.

                           Gracias,

                              Jacob

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Y/N. . .

I woke up to a dim glow through the window that sat beside the bed I'd been laying in. I sat up and saw that I'd been in a small room. Oh no. I was back at the cabin. How did they find me? How did they get here?

I sat up, destined to get out again. But I realized something very off. The room was clean. . . maintainable. The walls were coated with peach colored wall paint. There were curtains on the windows. Actual curtains and not a large dark blanket. There was a dresser across the room with a mirror on it, but I quickly avoided looking at myself.

I got out of the bed and shivered as a little breeze hit me. I noticed that my jacket had been removed off me.

What the hell? Who the hell was keeping me here?

I grabbed my pocket knife that had been mysteriously sitting on the dresser. I was furious now. Not only did I not know where I was or who I was with, but they had been touching my items. Whoever it was had the audacity to take MY jacket off me a put MY pocket knife on the dresser. I am VERY stubborn and selfish about my valuables, especially because I didn't have much. Well, except the clothes on my back, the NEW jacket and shorts, my pocket knife I'd found, and a little picture of my mother and father and I back when life had been a more simpler time. When the world wasn't a living hell. When my life had actually been worth living for.

I shook off my thoughts and began to slowly walk toward the door and opened it about an inch wide. I peeked out and looked around. The couches were a sort of brownish color and were lined around the TV. There was bathroom right across the hall from the bedroom I was in, and I honestly did have to pee. Just as I opened the door enough to get my head and foot out, someone grabbed my shoulder. I yelled and turned to face who it was and held the knife on their heart.

"Who the fuck are you!" I yelled in a demanding tone, making the person look a little more surprised. After he didn't respond, I repeated my question.

"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You!"

He stood there, mesmerized. But still able to answer my question, and he did.

"I'm Jacob. Jacob Perez. I'm the owner of this house and- "

"I didn't ask for all that!" I cut him off, making him a look a little more shocked that I had so much power in my voice.

"Now," I started, "Who brought me here, and why!" I questioned him, still keeping the level of my volume high.

"I did. You were just laying there and-"

"And what!?" I cut him off again. He seemed to look more annoyed then, which was exactly what I needed. In my book, that's how you get the information you need because they would become so angry and caught up in the moment, that your answers would just spill out.

"Damn if you let me finish then you can know!" He said in an annoyed tone. "You looked like you were really hurt so carried you all the way from those alleys to here. Do you know how hard it was to get you here? You're welcome."

I lowered my knife a little, wondering why someone would ever want to do that for me. No one had ever did anything like that, except my parents who had risked their lives for me. I felt special and very happy that he took me in instead of leaving me for death.

"R-really?. . ." I asked him to make sure he wasn't just trying to keep his life since I was, after all, threatening him.

He nodded his head at me and began to slowly speak. "All for you." He then lowered the knife and my hand and looked into my eyes. He tilted his head to the side and started to slowly lean in. I was just about to give in until I remembered that I didn't know enough about him.

I pulled the knife out of his grip and pushed him out of the way. I went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. I slid down the wall in front of the toilet, rethinking EVERYTHING that just happened. He was so cute! The way he looked down at me with his beautiful brown eyes. The way he leaned in for a kiss. The way his heart shaped lips almost touched mines! Oh god.

Was I blushing?

No. Never. Not in a million years. I stood and flushed the toilet, pretending I used the restroom. I washed my hands and cut off the water, not wanting to look at my reflection.

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Ooh it's getting hot in here! >.< Jakey doing it on purpose and he know it ^_^ But Ray man. . . You better not try nothing slick .-.

Sorry it took me so long guys :[ I had writers block *_* But I'll probably update between Monday and Wednesday. . . If homework isn't keeping me so busy :(

Next chapter soon. . .