His World

Chapter 6

Laylie

I grew more and more uncomfortable by the second. I could clearly see the red and purple bruise forming under his left eye. And the cut on his top lip. I try to avoid looking at him so now that I am, I can clearly see the damage Asher had caused.

"Let's just say, he and I had a bit of a disagreement" his eyes now changed to look more predator looking and full of lust.

I sink back into the leather couch feeling slightly intimidated. He takes a sip of the concoction and stands up straight. Placing his cup on the marble counter behind him, he begins walking towards me. I start to slightly panic and don't know what he is doing.

My breathing is hitched and then Derrick sits down on the couch dangerously close to me. He swings his arm around the back of the couch. I can feel his eyes burn holes at the side of my face.

"Why haven't you had any of your drink?" I look up slightly at him then back down at my lap.

"I don't drink," I say feeling very tense. My heart is beating fast and hard. My cheeks feel like they are on fire. And suddenly I feel like I am trapped with no air left.

"What a shame, it's fun though. Drinking. To feel alive and free. To be able to numb all your worries away and just be careless." He says and from the side, I can see him smirking. His breath is heavy with the lingering smell of liquor and it makes me wanna gag.

Oh, how wrong and awfully delusional he is.

"I'm sure I'll live," I say as I lean over and place the small glass cup on the table.

I lean back and suddenly his hand reaches up to my face and brushes a few strands of hair out of the way. My breathing becomes even more uneven.

"You know your so sexy Laylie. You are so oblivious to the fact that so many guys want you. How many want to touch you. To be able to feel everything."  His hand suddenly lays on my thigh and starts to slowly rise up "To be able to fu-"

I quickly stand up, " um I need to use your bathroom. Where is it?" I ask practically out of breath. I can see his frustration and he annoyingly points to a small hallway. He leans back onto the couch.

I quickly walk down the hall and find on my left a white door and open it revealing an all grey marble bathroom that looks extremely chic and modern. I lock the door and practically fall on the counter holding onto the cold hard ledge. My breathing is heavy and my mind is racing. God, I need to get out of this place. He is never gonna let me leave until he gets what he wants. I look around and see this bathroom has no windows at all. Great. Well jumping to my death is out of the question. I search the bathroom again for god knows what because you know, that's what all the idiots in movies do in this situation.

I then see a white cord leading somewhere. Uh, what the hell? I follow it and spot a phone in the drawer. Of course, he has a phone in the bathroom. I mean I would make calls too when I'm bored pooping if I could.

I sigh with great relief and quickly dial the only person I know will save me.

Three rings later...

"Hello, Nace speaking!" I let out the biggest smile and silently giggle.

"Oh god Nace you have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice."

"Lay??? Who the flip's number is this? Where are you? Are you okay?" Her voice is frantic and laced with worry.

"I'm fine Nace. But I do have one big problem. It's a long story and it ends with me at Derrick's apartment trapped" I whisper into the phone.