Perilous

Chapter 13

The house we were in looked so modern - like a crisis never struck the states. As if it missed this place, letting the house and all the things within it live on. The inside was all made out of wood: clean, wonderfully waxed, and dark brown colored wood. Though it had this sense of it being older. The furniture looked classic, yet nicely polished as if it was brand new. I️ didn't know why they brought Tristan and I️ here, it was a Normal house. It didn't make sense.

The door closed and I️ could hear Tristan's boots hit the wood hard as he walked with Dre holding onto his arms and shoulder.

"Dre, take Tristan down the hall to the guest room. Let him be on his own, but stay outside the door."

Tristan gave up on the questions. The yelling. He just let it all happen without a word. Dre noticed this and pushed Tristan forward, grinning.

"Why are you separating us?" I️ looked over to Marshall, though all I️ saw was the back of his head.

"Because what I️ want to tell you has nothing to do with him. Just you."

My heart dropped.

He didn't even care to hold me close to him, he knew I️ wouldn't try to run. He knew if I️ had a chance to, it'd be towards him. To him.

"Follow me."

And so I️ did. My hands were still tied behind my back as I️ followed him step-by-step. Up the stairs, opposite from where Tristan went. The stairs creaked, my breathing began to stagger each time he'd slow down for me to catch up. He'd turn his head a little to the side to get a glimpse of me, then turned away quickly once I️ saw him.

"Right over here." He said groggily.

He led me to a hallway with about four doors, two on each side of the hall. We were almost to the end till he stopped in his tracks and started to unlock a door. He opened it, waiting for me to step a foot in. Though I️ didn't. I️ stood there imagining what's going to happen, what'll be said - how it'll be said.

"Amira, don't make me drag you in here." He said.

I️ looked at the floor as I️ stepped in, feeling his gaze on me as he brushed by closing the door behind him. Then I️ heard a lock. I️ finally looked up to see a king sized bed only a few feet infront of me. The room was a master bedroom, black paint covered the bed shade with maroon covers on the bed. The walls weren't made of wood; instead it was a dark grey painted so neatly no one would have guessed this was an 'original' house.

"Come, sit." He pointed to the bed.

I️ looked at the bed then back to him.

He continued, "As you can tell i don't have any chair for you to sit in. So if you want to stand instead, by all means go ahead."

I️ scoffed and walked to bed. I️ sat down and sank into it. This was the most comfortable bed I've ever sat in. I️ closed my eyes then started to feel the pain in my wrists. The rope was burning against my skin, though I️ knew I️ couldn't take them off.

I️ groaned because of the pain, then all the sudden the room went quiet. So quiet all I️ could hear was Marshall's heavy breathing and Dre's distant laughs from down stairs. Marshall turned around from the drawer he was infront of and lightly walking to me. He sat down beside me without saying a word and got ahold of my wrists. My body was slightly turned away from him as he picked at the rope. I felt the rope sliding against my skin till I felt it all slide off my hands. But he was still holding my wrists. He held them so gently, I felt his thumb move back and forth till he fully grasped both my wrists with both of his hands more tightly now. I heard him move closer to me. So close I felt his breath on my neck.