My Studio

Chapter 7

Ooookkaaay so last chapter I left you guys with a cliff hanger SOO ENJOY!! Sorry haven't updated in like a week, I've been busy but HERE YA GOO!

•Serena's POV•

I watched him as he slept. From the angle he was at on the couch made it difficult for me to get a good look at his face. But from what I could see was enough.

As he slept his messy, fluffy brown locks of hair would occasionally let small strands of hair to fall into his face. His eyes have small bags under them from loss of sleep I would guess, and his skin is perfectly clear.

As weird as it sounds. Me watching a stranger sleep, I didn't really even noticed I was watching him. There's was something about him that just made me—made me—damn I don't even know. I honestly don't know what he is or what i think of him. I can't. I don't know him, I don't know why he's here, if he even has a reason to be here or anything. I. Don't. Know.

That's what really bothered me. I always know. When it comes to reading people. I always know. It's like a secret talent of mine, It kind of just helps me choose of how I look and feel about people. But with him. He's still a mystery that's clawing away at my curiosity.

After snapping out of my daze, I look around the one-way room I still presumed to be trapped inside.

"Wait....." I say to myself, holding out the A.

As realization hits me better to where I actually understand, I jump up from where I was sitting on the floor and scramble over to the door to go into the hallway.

I open the door slowly and quietly as possible, trying not to make any commotion. Pushing the door open enough to where I could squeeze out, i slide through the opening of the door and tiptoe over to the opening entrance of the living room.

Hesitantly walking into the room where the boy is sleeping I tiptoe over to the bookshelf and pick up my book I was reading and sneakily make my way over to the side table where I put my laptop under. I make all of my movements slow and secure making sure not to hit or disturb anything. Such as a sleeping stranger.

With my book and my computer in my arms I shuffle over to my bag in the hallway, shielded by a wall so if he were to wake up he couldn't see me. I squat down next to my bag, taking out my plastic bag that has all my makeup and woman products if I needed them.

Taking the plastic bag out of the backpack made the noise plastic bags always make when touched, but at this point I was just rushing to get all of my stuff and go into the back, to where I know he didn't know about. Replacing the plastic bag with my book and computer, I begin to to put the plastic bag carefully back inside my backpack  still careful of not creating to much noise.

Okay. I got everything. No tracks to follow. I stood up from my squatting position, and make my way into the living room, not even making a small glance at the couch knowing I would've heard him get up. I head in the direction of the kitchen wanting to put the cup that I drank hot Chocolate in  away so it really shows no one was here.

The second I step foot into the kitchen I feel something push me back onto the hard  ground. Screaming as I'm pushed, I hit my head from the hard impact of the wood but not completely thinking about it, knowing someone's trying to hold me down.

Feeling the person straddling me, trying to get me to stay still. I start to thrash and squirm under the person trying to break free but it's no use. The persons to strong, and I'm in no capability of fighting someone.

"Who are you and why are you here!?" The person yells, hearing the voice I'm guessing it was the boy on the couch. Now regretting not checking the couch.

Not answering his question, I continue to squirm and squeal trying my absolute hardest to get away. He has my arms above my head and my legs are held down from him sitting on top of me. Tears start falling down my face from complete fear of what could happen.

Suddenly he released me from his tight grip, probably soon to form bruises on my arms. I push myself back away from him, until my back makes contact with the wall that I knew wasn't that far behind me.

I sit against the wall trembling , tears still rushing out, and taking small shaky breaths. My hair has fallen to where it's covering most of my face, and I can only see him clearly with my left eye.

I look at him, and he looks at me like he just shot a puppy. I look at his eyes as he stares at me in complete awe, and I noticed he truely looks shocked at what just happened. I can't figure out if he's shocked that I'm a girl and he just tackled me, or cause I'm in the Studio and he didn't know.

He begin to walk towards me shaking his head, but until he was only a couple feet infront of me I start to push myself back against the wall hoping the somehow it's going to get me father away from him. He stops walking when he notices me do that and I look over to my right, where the Studio front door is.

Thinking about just making a B-like for the door and getting the hell out of this place, he seems to read my mind and sprints over to the door before I could do anything. Shielding it so if I was to trying and get past him I couldn't.

I push myself farther away from him once again, only to trap myself in the corner of the the room.

"Hey, hey, hey... I'm not gonna hurt you." He says in a hushed tone

But when I heard him speak I froze. For no reason that I can think of. Either complete fear or that he was going to say something bad, but I just froze, he seemed do noticed I did also.

He starts to walk over to me once again. Me not moving a muscle, still frozen. He crouches down in front of me, still keeping his distance.

"I'm not going to hurt you, please. What do you want me to do for you to stand up so we can talk?" He seems to plead In a soft friendly voice. Making me feel like a little kid again.

Me sitting in the corner, with my knees to my chest, and dried tears on my face, with my hair covering most of my face, I whisper.
"Why are you here?"

Guessing he didn't hear me he asked.
"What was that?"

I lifted my head up from my knees a little more and repeated myself a little louder.
"Why are you here?"

He looks at me for a second and says
"I don't really know yet?" He answers more like a question then an answer.

I stare at him, the curiosity growing 10x stronger now.

"Here let me help you." He says and reaches for my hand that was wrapped around my folded knees.

I flinch when his warm hand makes contact with my cold hand. He immediately looks to my face when I flinch, but continues to pull me up.

Once I was standing I push my hair that was covering my face behind my ear, some still falling back into my face.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me.

I just answer with a head nod and whisper in a somewhat rushed tone.
"I have to go to the bathroom."

I step around him about to make my way to the hallway with the bathroom but he gently grabs my arm stopping me.

"Can we please talk, when your done? Please." He questions.

Again I answer with a head nod signaling a yes. As I walk into the hallway and into the bathroom, I immediately turn on the water and splash my faces with water.

What the hell just happened? Is all that is going through my head.

AAANNNNDDD THERE IS THAT CHAPTER! I'm actually having a lot of fun writing this book. I really honestly hope it does get a lot of read but knowing that's probably not going to happen. But it never hurts to hope❤️ OKAY UNTIL NEXT TIME! LIKE AND COMMENT!!
Word count: 1481
Published: 8/5/16