I Dare You! / I Got You! {Completed}

I Got You: Maddy's P.O.V ... You're So Dead

Maddy’s P.O.V

I slowly sat up, with my head hurting like hell. But as soon as I opened my eyes I noticed the room was spinning like crazy. 

“Uhhh.” I moaned. 

“Drink this.” I heard someone say from by my side.  I looked over and saw Troy holding out a glass of water to me. I gave him a confused look. 

“Where the hell am I?” I asked him as I grabbed the water from him. I soon glanced around and saw I was in his room. 

“My room.” He told me. After taking a drink I sat the water down on his nightstand. Looking down I noticed that I was lying in his black silk sheeted bed. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering when the hell I came over here or, better yet, went into his room. “Maddy, we need to talk.” He told me. I sighed and got out of his bed. 

“No, Troy, we don’t,” I told him. Then walked to his door, but I found it locked. That made me infuriated at Troy for locking the door. 

“It’s locked.” He spoke to me. I sighed and turned to face him. 

“Really? I didn’t notice.” I sarcastically said. “Now, be a good boy and open the door.” I said with a sweet, but fake smile. He shook his head ‘no’ and walked over to me. 

“Not until you hear me out.”

“And if I don’t?” I asked him. He gave me a toothy smile. 

“Then, butterfly, welcome home.” He stated. 

“You have got to be kidding me!” I shrieked with anger.  

“Kidding? No, I hardly kid. I’m dead serious, Maddy.” Troy said, his eyes intensely trained on me. I wanted to look away. Then again at the same time I felt that if I did, I’d feel as though he won. So, I was stuck glaring at him, feeling my heart rate accelerating. “Since my family went to go visit my sick grandmother in Montana, we’ll be alone for a couple of weeks … enough time for us to ‘talk’.”

I wanted to scream in outrage. How dare he! I felt the rage bubbling over, and I knew Troy knew I was close to snapping him square in the face. I took a huge deep breath and tried to calm down. Then I walked slowly back toward Troy. He looked at me warily, looking more … curious the closer I got to him. 

When I was finally, an arm’s length away from him, I did what I wanted.

I slapped him. The slap rang through the completely quiet room. It was so hard that his head snapped entirely to the side. 

He stayed that way for what seemed like a long time before one of his hands moved. I flinched back from the thoughts of what he could do back to me. But instead, all he did was rub his cheek where I slapped him. I tensed as he started turning his head forward, but instead of looking at me with anger, his expression was neutral. “I guess I deserved that. If you still are angry, you can slap me as many times as you want to. I won’t retaliate.”

I stepped back in surprise. “Wh-why are you...”

“Why am I taking this? Because I do deserve it.” I almost felt guilty, until he continued. “Besides, such strong negative emotions are bad for the baby.”