If I have to

What did I get myself into?

Waking up from a nightmare is the best thing that's ever happened to me considering what I went through last night. I ran away from the bad guys and was rescued by another bad guy who happened to be Gabriel. But all of this was a nightmare and I've woken up, and now I am feeling better. Hmmm this bed is so comfy. I don't ever want to get up and leave it, but I have to go help grandma with the house and call my mom. Shoot! Mom. I have not talked to her yet. She is probably freaking out.

I turn around to face the other side of the bed and get up instantly. That was the worse mistake because I fell on the floor, my head throbbing and my feet shaking. Why is my head hurting? I tried to get up again but to no result. Then the door open.

« Grandma, what happened? » I asked knowing that it's her in the room because she probably heard my fat self falling on the floor.

« You need to rest, Samira. » That is not my grandmother's voice. The footsteps approached near me where I am helplessly laid down, he kneeled before me and took me in bridal style and set me on the bed.

« What are you doing here? At my grandmother's house? » I growled at him. He just won't give up, he won't stop chasing me. He was about to say something but I cut him off immediately.

« Look, if you want your revenge. Do it now because I'm helpless right now, but please do not hurt my grandmother. You're lucky I can't do anything to defend myself. » I stared right at him. He's so freaking gorgeous, Lord.
He smiled. What's so funny about what I said? I don't know.

« Oh, Samira. You're not at your grandmother's, you seriously do not recall what happened last night? » No. What happened last night, douchebag? I thought to myself. « Baby, you're at my place. » He sits down on the bed next to me.

That is when it dawns on me that he's right, I'm truly am not at my grandmother's house, I take a look at the room we're in. It was plain white, nothing homey about this place except for a cozy bed. The room has a huge walking closet, one window but hidden behind a white curtain blocking the sun from fully lighting the room. There's a dresser, a bed stand on my side. That is truly not my room.

« Why did you bring me here, Gabriel? » I ask not really wanting to know the answer. Because it is either he drugged me and kidnapped me or what happened last night in my nightmare was truly what happened. Thinking of last night, tears start making their way on my cheeks, I start crying. 

Gabriel looks at me with pity as if his heart is breaking at the sight of me crying like that. He comes closer to me and pulls me in for a tight hug then I start crying uncontrollably. I held on to him so tight, he is the only one keeping me alive right now. Which in part is true, because if it were not for him I would probably still be wandering in LA, probably getting kidnapped by those men in black.

After at least five minutes of hugging him I break away from his embrace. He places his hand on my face to wipe away the tears, then looks at me deep in my eyes. I stared at him deeply as well, trying to penetrate his soul, his mind to see what he's thinking at this moment, but to no avail. It is like he's blocking me, he doesn't want me to see the true Gabriel, almost like he's hiding it and one day he will unleash it and show me who he really is. And that is why I need to stay away from him, but how? What did I get myself into?.