Amber is an 18 year old girl attending art college. She keeps to herself and only really talks to her friend Jess. Ronnie is a rockstar, he saw Amber one day, became obsessed with her and has been stalking her since. What will happen when he finally...
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Ronnie's POV
She fell asleep in my arms, maybe things would finally start going right. I pulled closer to her and let myself drift off to sleep
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When I woke up it was dark outside. Amber was still sleeping peacefully in my arms. She looked like an angel, and for the first time since she had been here she looked at ease. I let go of her and gently peeled back part of the bandage on the back of her thigh. Her cut was healing pretty fast, it looked like the skin had healed to the point that it wasn't completely open, but it was still raw beneath the scab. I picked her up bridal style and brought her to the bathroom, laying her on the counter. She needed to take more medication and I wanted to redress her leg so it wouldn't get infected. I unwrapped the gauze on her leg, careful not to wake her, she needed all the sleep she could get. By the time I had cleaned and rewrapped her leg in gauze she was lightly stirring. I carried her to the living room and laid her on the couch, I covered her with a blanket and went to the kitchen to get her water and the pain killers Antonio had given me. When I came back into the living room her eyes were fluttering open.
Amber's POV
I woke up on a couch. I looked around, I'd never been in this room before, I could see a hallway leading to what looked like a front door. Someone was in the kitchen, maybe I could make a run for it. My leg throbbed at the thought of getting caught trying to escape again. I know he said he wouldn't hurt me again but he was so bipolar I didn't want to push his buttons.
"Hey," he walked into the room, "you're awake."
He offered me the same pills I had taken yesterday and a glass of water. I swallowed them quickly and looked back up at him, he was studying my face. I took a good look at his features. He had dark, chocolate brown eyes and dark hair that was lightened at the ends. He was covered in tattoos from his neck to his waist, both arms completely covered. He had a few small tattoos on his face, most of the time I didn't like face tattoos, but I didn't mind them on him. I really liked the unbreakable tattoo on his hairline, maybe I'd get one like it on my arm if I ever got out of here. Okay, yes that sounded crazy: "hey let's go get a tattoo to commemorate my kidnapper" but I already had a list of tattoos I was saving up for and I liked the message behind the word. He cocked his eyebrow. I blushed and looked away, I must've been staring at him for quite some time.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
"No." The truth was I hadn't really been hungry since I got here, well besides that first morning.
"You need to eat," he looked concerned, "if you don't eat your body won't have the strength to heal properly."
It should've comforted me that he was worried about me, but instead it set me off. How dare he act like he cared about me healing when he was the one who hurt me in the first place. I crossed my arms over my chest and avoided making eye contact with him.
