Fighting the Wolves

Chapter Four

 I think I'm gonna be sick.

I groan as I roll over in my bed. 

...bed?

I sit up in the bed, wincing at the pain aching through my whole body, and the blaring death that is currently my head. The room around me is unfamiliar, that's for sure. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, glancing down at the dark, soft linen sheets that cover the bed. The whole room is a neutral grey, giving the room a cozy feeling. Although the fact that I have no idea where I am kind of substitutes whatever cozy vibe is supposed to be here at the moment.

I'm still wearing my clothes from before, which relieves me. The room doesn't seem to have any other life forms in it, but I could be wrong considering the size of the room.
I hear someone clearing their throat from across the room in a small sitting area with a cushy looking couch. It's the hooded man that kidnapped me.

My whole body tenses up at the sight of him, I instantly snap my head around to find a door. Which is hard to find, since there's at least four doors in here. One near the said sitting area, one across from me, and two slightly spaced apart parallel from me on the wall to my left. 

The door across from me is probably the bathroom, since it's open a crack, the two to my left probably closets of some sort, and the one next to the sitting area, is probably unfortunately the exit. 

I also notice large windows to the right of me, overlooking a large backyard with a pool, and backing up to a large forest. 

I bet I could make a jump from here to the pool.
If he comes near me, I'm going for it.

"Amelia Walker." The voice of the hooded man rings across the room, it's husky tone causing a shiver to go down my spine, although I'm not sure if it's from enjoyment, or disgust..or both.

"Who are you?" I let my voice out strong and articulate, making the message carry across to this stranger, whoever he is. I will not deal with this bull.

"I'm sure you'll remember soon enough." His voice did seem familiar, but none ringing any bells. I hear plenty of voices in a day, through the crowds in the halls at school. One does overhear more conversations than one would like to. 

"Sorry, I guess every guys voice sounds the same to me since I'm literally around people all the time at school, or at the freaking grocery store." I snap, slowly inching my way towards the window, making myself inconspicuous to the man as much as I possibly can.

"I'm not just every guy sweetheart, I'm sure you'll find how very different I am than other men." He stands up as he talks, stalking towards me in slow footsteps, making me inch a bit quicker to the window. 

"Yes, I get it, not every guy kidnaps innocent girls in their homes in the middle of the evening when they're trying to do homework. Totally normal." I let the sarcasm drip from my voice as I turn to face him as he gets closer, allowing myself to back into the window. I feel the cool glass against the skin of my neck, as I reach my hands behind me to fiddle with the lock.

"It is when the said girl, is my mate." His tone of voice changes as he takes three long strides towards me, closing the last stretch of distance between us. The lock clicks just as he's inches in front of me, signalling me that the window is in fact, unlocked. 

Lucky me.

I reach up in frustration of the closeness of me and this stranger, the frustration of the electricity that seemed to be jolting me into my actions. 
I pull the hood back, gasping at the figure standing before me.

Of course, I mean, who else is perverted enough to do this kind of crap?
Jackson freaking Miller.

I close my agape mouth, staring straight into the devil's crystal blue eyes, frowning at his cocky smirk as he studies my reaction.
I slap my hand right across his face.
The redness instantly shows from the force of the contact, but I'm to busy glaring at my own hand, still feeling the tingles shoot up my arm from the contact from his skin. His eyes turn dark, his head still facing me, never moving even from the slap I just gave him.

Jackson reaches both hands out, looking to grab me. Panic sets in as I lean back, opening the windows, and expecting myself to fall out, whether I'll land in the pool or not, I need out. I feel the air slip around me as the feeling of falling tingles through my back, and down through my entire body. My eyes are closed as I await the feeling of something, cold hard concrete, or the cold layers of water. But there's nothing. I'm strangely in a feeling of bliss, which scares me as I open my eyes, coming face to face with a monster.

Jackson's eyes are livid with fury as I'm half dangling out of the window, with his arms wrapped around my waist, holding onto me with all of his will. The tingles I feel seem to be emanating from the parts where our skin is making contact on my stomach, where my shirt had rode up quite a bit since I had tried to jump out a window.

I feel myself inch up back into the room with my kidnapper, shivering as I'm set on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. 
I refuse to meet Jackson's eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees as I bring them to my chest, shaking from my mind overloading on my life lately. 

I couldn't just begin and finish my senior year in peace now could I?
I just had to have something horrific happen to me, such as I don't know...getting kidnapped?
Fun times all the time.

"What the hell was that?" I hear Jackson's voice, seething with anger, but I still keep my eyes glued to my knees.

My knees are super interesting, I should stare at them more often...

"Amelia." He grabs my chin, forcing my head to turn towards his, but I close my eyes before they can make contact with his. Even through the shiver that follows through my body from him saying my name. Something about him saying it, is just great.

"Look at me!" His voice is commanding, I feel compelled to look at him, but I ignore any instinct that tells me to do so, basically signing my death sentence I'm guessing.

When did I become such a coward? 
I suppose being in situations like this really reveal the real you.

I hear Jackson sigh as he releases his grip from me. I feel strangely cold without his arms around me, but I also feel relieved, and yet also slightly curious. I squint my eyes open in question of what just happened, earning myself a smirk from the idiotic devil himself.

"I knew I would get you to open your eyes sooner or later." He says with a slight chuckle, earning himself a kick in the shin from me as I get up and rush towards the door that I assume is the exit. 
Of course, I didn't make it more than 5 feet before I feel arms yank me backwards, sending me sprawling backwards on the king size bed. I gasp at where I've landed, instantly pulling my arms up around me to guard myself from anything. 

"Please, please, please, don't touch me." I whimper, shaking from the flashbacks that crowd my mind. 

"I'd never hurt my mate." He obviously doesn't know what I was getting at, but that doesn't matter at the moment.

Did he just call me mate!?
who does he think he is?
What does he think he is?

"Crap." I say as I move my arms to reveal Jackson staring at me, his eyes glowing a golden red, the look on his face in an amused look as he turns on his heel, taking long strides towards the exit.

"We'll talk later Amelia." He says loud enough for me to hear, as he exits the room, closing the door and locking it behind him.

I've read enough books to guess what the hell is going on.
Some of my favorite fiction is real?
Either that or I'm completely insane...
This isn't what I had in mind when I wished for a fantasy world to be real.
Why does it have to be a werewolf!?
Nope, I'm completely insane.

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