Captivated

Some Things are better off as Secrets

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 The sun danced around the room as I woke in a unfamiliar place. Nausea settled upon me, as well as unwelcomed headache. What even happened last night? Where am I? I turned over to find Dean sleeping soundlessly, the light cascading over his naked body. A wave of panic spread through me as I realize what I did. Why did I let myself sleep with Dean? I told myself I wouldn't sleep with him, and yet here I am half naked in his bed. Great. I slowly stood off the bed, looking around the room for a bathroom. There were three doors in his bedroom, so I tiptoed to the one closest to me. I twisted the knob gently and was revealed to a beautiful hallway. The door shut quietly as I made my way to the next door. I turned the knob and still not a bathroom. I sighed as the door shut behind me. Save the best for last I guess. I went to the last standing door, maybe this would finally be the damn bathroom. How big of a house did someone actually need? I turned on the bathroom light and almost choked on my breath. His bathroom was the size of my whole dorm. I sighed in disgusted as I made my way to the body mirror not ready for what I was about to see.

A weak and worthless human stared back at me. Her hair was tangled in knots, make up stained her cheekbones, and she was wearing a t-shirt that barely went to her knees. I felt sick. Who was I exactly? A stupid girl, that's what I was. I had hoped ignoring what happened and living life as a normal college girl would help me forget about what happened that night. I sighed, this wasn't working. I still had nightmares about him, I still felt his eyes on me, and the way his hands felt. I shut my eyes feeling the tears roll down my cheeks. Why did this happen? Last night was the first night I didn't wake up screaming, probably because I was suffering from a hangover, but still.

I left the bathroom to find Dean sitting on his bed with his hands in his hair. I felt my cheeks get hot at the thought of what might have happened last night. The fact that I was in his clothes and woke up in his bed didn't help my case. I groaned as his blue eyes met mine, here comes the one night stand speech. Asshole.

"How are you feeling?" Okay, not what I was expecting.

"Uhm, I have a pretty bad headache. I guess I drank too much." The beating of my head wasn't what was really bothering me. I've suffered many hangovers.

"You really are a dumbass Elizabeth." He glared at me, anger rolling off of him in waves.

"I didn't-" He cut me off with the wave of his hand. He walked toward me making me press against the bathroom wall.

"I don't need excuses, that was not okay. Someone could have hurt you-" He stopped mid sentence, his eyes traveled my body. I suddenly felt naked even though he technically already saw me naked last night. I still covered my body. "Again." Ouch.

Anger welled up inside of me. Who was he to think I couldn't handle myself? He didn't even know me, so what if we had sex. "If you care so much about be being hurt then why did you sleep with me last night? Especially if you have an idea about what happened to me?" I crossed my arms over my chest. I noticed that he watched my shirt rise up before falling over in laughter. What the hell is his problem?

"You think we had sex?" He laughed some more before pushing me up against the wall, both his hands firmly against the wall beside my head. A breath escaped from my lungs as he came closer to me, his breaths hitting me in waves. I panicked, this cannot happen again, not with Dean. "Listen here little dove, if we had sex you'd remember it, trust me." A smile escaped his lips before he pulled back and made his way into the bathroom.

I stood in shock, afraid of him and afraid of the feeling he sent through me. He really was a jackass if he thought he could treat me like one of his bimbos. I rolled my eyes as I made my way to his bed. I sat on the messy dark sheets and glanced around Dean's room. It wasn't your average "I am a fuckboy" bachelor pad. It was more sophisticated, paintings decorated the walls, they exhibited dark forests like something you'd see in a horror movie. I examined each one of them, mesmerized by each painting's detail and dedication. I have never seen anything like it.

"They aren't that impressive." Dean's voice echoed out of the room making me jump. Dean leaned up against the bathroom door shaking water from his hair. He eyed the paintings delicately then glanced at me as if waiting for my opinion on them.

"Did you paint these?" He walked over to the bed taking a seat beside me.

"Ah yes, one of my qualities that no one knows about." I was stunned, never in my life have I seen something so beautiful. Why would he keep them to himself?

"Why do you keep this to yourself? These are beautiful Dean, really." He seemed to smile at my praise of his work.

"Little dove, there are some things that are just better off kept as secrets."

My nose scrunched up at the pet name. "Don't call me that. I'm not one of your whores."

He glared up at something in the distance, I couldn't find what he was looking at. The room was silent for a moment before he muttered to himself. "No you certainly are not."