My Possessive Kidnapper

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Kelsey Coleman

     Sun was shining through the curtain and hit my eyes. I pulled the soft cream blanket to cover my eyes and tried to fall back asleep until I reality hit me on the face. Cream blanket? Soft mattress? Sun shining through the curtain? I snapped my eyes opened which was a bad idea since my head hurt like hell.  

     Holding my head with my hand, I slowly re-opened my eyes and looked around. This room looked too fancy, everything in this room screamed out the word 'extravagant'. This certainly isn't my room in my grand's house. Where the heck am I? 

     Adjusting to the killing headache and light, I tried to remember what happened last night. However, nothing came out, not even a single picture. As much as I wanted to scream and freak out, my stupid killing headache kept me from doing that. Sighing in defeat, I decided to lay back down and took a nap. Maybe, just maybe, I could remember what happened after my nap. 

     Again, I was awoken by the bright sun light hitting my face. I had no idea how long I fell asleep, all I knew it's still daylight. I slowly sat on the bed and held my head, hoping my head wouldn't hurt anymore. Thank God, it didn't. 

     For the second time within a day, I looked around the room; hoping I had a clue where I was. The room was almost as big as my room back in my parents' house. The wall was painted in cream while the ceiling was painted in white. The room was filled with white, black and different shades of brown of overpriced furniture, and of course, expensive electronics.

     I was starting to love this room more than my own room (which was rarely happened), until I realized I had gone mental. I have no freaking clue where the hell I am and I'm starting to love this room? Yup, I was officially a mental patient now. 

     Wait, hold on. Let me absorbed everything on my nonfunctional mind for a moment. I have no idea where I am. I can be in a murderer's house. And I freaking like the freaking extravagant room. I widened my eyes in realization. Holy mother duck, where the hell I was? Goddammit, I was so stupid! How could I stay this calm?!

     I quickly threw the soft blanket away and ran toward the door. I tried to open it but it's locked. I tried to open it by turning the door handle lots of times, but it didn't show any sign that the door would open anytime soon. Finally, I did something I never knew I would do. It could get me killed, but I didn't care at the moment. 

     "Open the door!" I yelled loudly as I banged the door repeatedly. I paused for a moment to hear if I got any respond, unfortunately, I didn't. I started to banged it even louder and screamed like there's no tomorrow. 

     A few minutes later, I heard footsteps walking toward this way. I smirked in victory and stopped banging. Within a minute, the door was opened by a tall, muscular, brown eyed guy. He looked pretty mad and disturbed as if he just woke up. Well, not exactly my fault, isn't it? He narrowed his eyes on me as he snapped, "what?" 

      I gave him a sly grin before answered, "let me go." 

     "No."

     "Thank you, no– wait, what?" 

     "I. Said. No," he repeated like I was a child. "Now go back to your room and let me go back to sleep. He will come to your room as soon as he return." After saying those words, he walked away from my room and locked the door, leaving me with lots of unanswered questions.

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     Hours after hours had passed. Okay, maybe not hours, but I swore it felt like it was. I was siting on my bed (I had claimed this room as my room since I believed I wouldn't get out any time soon), and thinking of lots of things.