Possessive

Chapter Four

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~Eliana's POV~

I wake up to the loud pounding on the door, making me groan and grip the pillow tighter. Maybe if I just ignore it, Max will go away. I had the worst dream last night and I really just want to sleep a little longer. It felt so real and everything was so scary. The door slams open and I immediately sit up from the bed, rubbing my eyes.

"Get up, we need to go somewhere." An angry deep voice roars throughout the room making my eyes widen in horror. This wasn't a dream, I was kidnapped and brought here. Tyler was the one pounding on the door. "W-what?" I ask looking around the big room. The bed was a queen size, the walls were a baby blue color, a few feet in front of the bed were two doors. One possibly leading to the bathroom and the other to the closet.

I probably fell asleep in the car, who brought me upstairs though?

"Get ready and meet us downstairs." I look at him and see him standing there gripping the door so tightly his knuckles look white. He's standing there in a black T-shirt and navy blue basketball shorts, his hair all over the place but he somehow pulls it off. I look up at his face and see him staring right at me with an annoyed look on his face. I look away, my cheeks reddening from embarrassment.

I'm such a creep. But then again I'm not one kidnapping young girls and forcing them to do things a 17 year old girl shouldn't be doing.

He walks away slamming the door. I rub my hands over my face than a few seconds the door opens again with Tyler popping his head inside. "And doll face, don't try anything you would regret." He winks at me and closes the door.

What even is my life?

I throw my legs over the bed and just sit there for a few seconds. My mind is blank. I don't even know what to think about this. Shaking my head attempting to erase my thoughts I walk to the bathroom.

Once inside I look at my myself in the mirror, gripping the edges of the counter and examining my face. I have dark circles under eyes, my hair is a mess, and my eyes look puffy, probably from all my crying. My eyes trail down to my arm and I see a huge purple mark on my upper arm. My finger traces over it then I gently press on it, I wince and take my hand away.

The tear that falls on the counter makes me look back up to see a few tears rolling down my cheeks. I bring my hand up to wipe my cheeks.

Okay, I just need to get all of this over with and maybe, just maybe I could get out of here. I turn the faucet and place my hands under the running water, I bring my hands up to face and wipe it, enjoying the refreshing feeling.

I find a towel in the bathroom closet and dry my face. While drying my face I notice the shower, a glass door and inside there's a little touch pad on the wall.

Maybe I could take a quick shower. I strip off my clothes and step inside. My body feels nasty anyway so I'll just shower. I stare at the screen in front of me, what the hell do I press?

On Off
Cold Hot
Light Strong

I press on and the shower hits my head, I squeal jumping back. It's freezing. I press hot and feel the water warm up. My tense muscles relax under the water and I use this time to enjoy some time for myself.