After that he spent more time with me and instead of me hating him I started to enjoy the time spent with him. He was still scary but he was also kind, warm and genial. Which I thought was weird since he was a murderer.
He walked in the room with an odd grin on his face.
"Hey."
"Hey" he relied."Come on" he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto my feet. "We're going somewhere." This was the first time he had ever mentioned taking me outside of the room and it excised me. He held my hand and guided me through the house. It was nice sized and very neat. Pictures like the ones lining the walls in the room I was held prisoner hung on the walls in every room. He noticed me admiring the house and stopped then grinned.
"I guess you haven't been able to see the rest of the house have you? You like it?" I nodded and I wasn't lying, I very much liked it, it was better than my own home, which I didn't much remember. It had been so long since I had been there. I didn't mind not being at home. "Then you can leave the room, you can go where ever you want in the house-" He looked serious again "but don't even think about leaving." I nodded then hugged him tightly.
"Thank you SO much." He smiled again. He lead me to the front door, and grabbed a bag which was on the ground sitting next to the door.
"C'mon lets go."
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I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)
RomanceLife was going ok... I had a friend and I was happy with how it was. But one night Just as I thought everything was ok I got a call. Nothing was ok. Amela, my best friend had just committed suicide and I was all alone in the world. Out of nowhere I...
