CHAPTER VII: STORYTIME
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Slowly opening my eyes I blink a few times until I have complete control of my thoughts.
Fight. Run. My eyes look around to see a dimly lit room, just like the one I was in before, but a much smaller room and deep violet walls. In the center lies a silk bed shaped as a heart.
I was just getting familiar with my surroundings when I suddenly got yanked by my hair which forced me to stand up on two wobbling legs. I cautiously widen my eyes to find that I'm face to face with the teenager from earlier. I lose my balance and quickly grasp on his muscular arms to keep me from falling down. These 5 inch skinny high heels don't help the current weakened state of my body. I try my best to stand straight and not look as weak as I feel.
"Whoa there. I can tell your pretty phased by this whole situation huh," he says.
"I'm not really the freshest flower in the garden right now," I smile sarcastically.
"Well you're lucky I grabbed you in time, or else those sick older motherfuckers would've gotten to you first," he explains, "My name is Jess Douglas and you probably already met my crazy father." Why is he being so nice after he just ripped out most of my hair?
"You can say that again," I say unwillingly.
"Yeah well I have no choice but to hurt innocent girls," he says as he turns away with a faraway look.
"You always have a choice," I find him thoughtlessly staring at me as I turn to him. I give an awkward half smile.
"Not when your mother's life is in risk. My father has her held captive behind a door I spent so much time trying to find. The worst part isn't having to cause pain to others, but imagine your own father threatening you with the woman who gave birth to you, being tortured repeatedly if you don't comply with his orders. The unimaginable possibilities of my mother being hit and beaten-" His anger pushes him and he punches a dent in the wall the size of a cantaloupe. I step back silently praying he doesn't plan on taking out his bottled up anger on me.
"I'm sorry, I'm not really stable right now." He walks towards me and gently pulls my knotted hair behind my ear revealing my watery sky blue eyes. I flinch a bit as he caresses my bangs and brings his hand down the side of my cheek.
"How lo-long have you been stuck in such an absurd life?" I stutter while he stretches his fingers behind my neck and wraps tightly. I clench my teeth and manage to get the word, "Stop," out of my mouth.
He pulls away once he sees my scared expression.
"I'm sorry, I've never done that to one of you girls before. I don't know what came onto me. I think you should go now." I lose his eyes when he looks straight for the door. I was already opening the door when I heard from behind me, "Oh and about your question, I've been living this way for 2 years. I am 16 years old, just in case you were wondering."
I pause for a second, then continue on my way out. He may have a sad life but I'm not about to throw a pity party and postpone my escape. I leave without looking back, but I can feel his eyes follow me until I shut the door. Just keep walking and don't look back.
I stop against a wall and give up my strength and let my tears take control of my emotions. Just then, a force shoves me onto the clear glass wall. I feel something soft press against my forehead. Wiping away my tears, I look straight into a full ripped chest that seeps through the thin fabric of his shirt. Jess is kissing my forehead. I let that set in my mind and take in all the sad feelings hiding behind this strong boy's friendly gesture.
"Shhh. Don't cry." His words fill me with relief as he strokes my back. I realize I have been shivering since the room is so cold and my outfit doesn't go along with the chilly environment.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his toned body and pull his shirt into my face.
God he smells amazing. I can't trust him though, which makes me sad. I can't trust anyone here. My only hope is to befriend Jess and hopefully he shows me unknowingly to the exit. Then I will knock him out and run.
I'm convinced with the plan and drop my arms down from his gorgeous body. He let's go of me and we both just stare at one another, not even blinking our eyes. He's perfect. I thought. Too bad I will have to stab him in the back.
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