Kidnapped by Him

Chapter 15

Belle's POV

I speed home as Ana keeps talking away.

"What happened isa?!?!" She asks annoyed. I sigh and look over at her quickly to see her giving me the puppy eyes.

"Grayson kissed me..." I trailed off.

"Who's Grayson?" She asks and I hit my head on the steering wheel at how ditzy she's being.

"That guy back there!! You know the one that you encouraged to hang out with us!" I say aggravated.

"Ohh!!," she says," wait wha?!?! He kissed you! Oooo!!! McCoy is gonna kick that guys ass!"

I roll my eyes.

"Please just shut up Anabella." I say turning up the radio loud. Soon we are at the gates and they open as I roll in.

Driving up to the house I see the guys all waiting at the door for us. Well great.... I quickly get out and the guys come grab the bags.

So far so good. Once we were all inside with the bags they were taken up to our rooms by some of bret's maids. We all sat on the couch and something told me he didn't need me to to tell him to find out himself.

McCoy was sitting next to me and they were all talking but suddenly McCoy stops. I stiffen and his head snaps to me. My heart rate picks up as his face becomes hard.

"Why do I smell a very desperate male on you belle?" McCoy questions looking at me accusingly.

With out waiting for a reply he grabs my arm yanking me roughly off the couch and zooming us upstairs into a study.

"Who the hell is he?!?!" McCoy shouts looking at me. My anger flares. I yank my arm out of his painful hold.

"Don't touch me!," I shout," I didn't even know him he was hanging with Anabella and I and-" McCoy cuts me off.

"You were hanging out with this guy!! Who the hell is he?!?!" He shouts again as his eyes grow darker. I glare at him as he tries to come closer to me. I back up away from him.

I just keep looking at him keeping my mouth shout.

"Fucking tell me belle!! Now!!" He orders me pointing his finger to the ground like I'm a dog telling me to sit.

I don't respond just glare daggers at him. Crossing my arms over my chest I keep quiet. He glares back at me walking over and grabbing my arms in a vice grip.

"Tell me!!" He shouts in my face shaking me slightly. I wince as he grips my arms roughly. I try to pull out of his hold but he only holds tighter.

"Let go of me!!" I scream back in his face struggling in his hold.

Damien walks in and removes him from me. I quickly feel tears sting my eyes and I run over to my room for privacy. I close the door quietly and lock the door sliding down it crying.

Taking deep breaths I get up and run a bath. Once the tub fills up I take off my clothes and get in slowly. I sit there as I hear yelling coming from a different room.

I can't make out any words, but there is definitely some yelling going on. Sighing I look down at my arms. Blackish purple hand prints start to form over the red marks his hands left from where he was grabbing me.

A lonely tear rolls down my face as I stare at my arms. Cleaning up quickly and blocking out the yells I quickly get out.

Going over to my new clothes I pull out some grey cotton pajama shorts and a black long sleeve shirt to cover the bruises. Throwing the rest of the bags into the closet I lay on the bed.