It's 5 AM and I've been up all night, just staring at the wall across from me. The rain stopped and I can see the sky starting to get lighter from the light on the floor from the window.
I got up from the bed, not caring if I wake him up or not. When I turned around to face him, he was still fast asleep.
I left the room, going to find a bathroom.
I went down the stairs and found one, but another door caught my eye. The front door.
I looked up the stairs and stood still for a moment to see if I could hear or see Hayes but he wasn't anywhere in sight.
I walked towards the door and there was an alarm system right by it.
There was a glowing bright red light on it and by it, it said "armed"
I let out a sigh and walked to the bathroom. My hopes went up and lowered back down because of that stupid alarm.
I went to the bathroom and came back out at least feeling a little better but physically instead of mentally or emotionally.
I slowly dragged myself back up the stairs and stood at the door, looking at Hayes' sleeping body. I should really get him at this moment of vulnerability. It would be so easy, and I could go back home to Jack.
I was kicked out of my thoughts by small raindrops suddenly tapping on the window.
I walked back in the room and just.. Walked around. I observed the picture of both us at a high school party in our Sophomore year of high school.
I noticed the overflowing laundry basket in the corner of his room.
I walked over and pulled a navy blue t-shirt from the pile. It was Jack's. The one I wore when I first got kidnapped.
Hayes didn't like me wearing it because it was Jack's and "If I should be wearing anyone's t-shirt, it should be mine" quoted from Hayes himself.
I held it up to my face and sniffed it, still smelling Jack's Polo cologne. I rubbed it on my face like I was a five-year-old child obsessing over my favorite blanket.
No matter how cliche or childish it sounds, this old, oversized t-shirt is my safe heaven. When I close my eyes and smell the cologne on this shirt I feel at home.
Then I wake up and see myself back in my current situation.
I've never felt so alone in my life.
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Mystère / Thriller"She was ready to leave me, but I wasn't ready to let her go" - In which a young man accumulates a dangerous obsession for his ex-girlfriend (BWWM) (Not accepting translations) ©DrizzyHayes_