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Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Paige’s POV

I surrounded the towel around my body and turned the knob. I walked out of the room and rubbed my feet onto the mat. I was about to go upstairs when I hear the floor creaking giving me Goosebumps. There might be someone in the house.

 I slowly walk to the living room grabbing the nearest thing around me. “Hello?” My breathing was heavy and my heart began beating fast.

 “Hello?” Another creak was heard and I couldn’t help but want to run. “Is anyone in here?” Though as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. Something was stopping from making me move.

 I close my eyes hoping that it would all be over but that’s when I finally hear someone’s heavy breathing. I could feel it. I could feel someone’s hot breath fanning my neck making me warily look back to see who it was.

 But there was no one. Once I look in front again, I see a silhouette. Someone’s silhouette. It moved closer and closer to me and I immensely closed my eyes once more.

 “Hello, Paige.” Someone’s voice says. His voice was deep and intimidating.

 He begins touching my face, caressing it sending shivers around my body. His touch made me let go of the object I’m holding.

 “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you.” He whispers.

 I open my eyes gradually and I see him. He was inches away from me.  His jawline was eminent and his hair had locks of brown. His lips were plump but the one thing that really captured my eyes was his emerald green ones.

 I take steps backward breathing intensely. “Don’t run away from me.” His eyebrows begin to furrow and the look on his face was stern. He walks closer to me and my vision was starting to become blurry but I wasn’t going to cry.

 I’m just scared, that’s all. He saunters nearer and nearer and I kept moving back as well until I hit the wall. “I missed you.” I could feel his breath touching my face making me look sideward. I didn’t want to look at him. I don’t want to.

 How can he miss me? I don’t know him. Who is he?

 “How are you?” His voice begins to break as if he was to cry. I breathed in trying to have the courage to answer him. “I said, how are you?” He shouts echoing the room.

 “Okay, okay. I’m fine. I’m sorry…I-I’m tired.” I stutter.

 He smirks. “Hmm. Okay.” He nods. He takes a few steps towards me. I looked at him directly, my eyes scanning his face. “Go get dressed upstairs, I’ll be here to cook for you.” He bites his lips. I nod and went up the stairs instantly.

 Now I have the chance. I put on some clothes and went for my phone to call the police. I start typing the numbers on the screen and waited. Come on, come on. Answer, the phone. “Paige!” I hear his footsteps on the stairs. Please answer the phone.

 “Paige!” He knocks on the door. “Paige, are you okay?” How can he ask if I’m okay? I mean I’m literally not okay at the moment. This is like, hostage. I hear him knock on the door louder. “Answer the goddamn phone.” I whisper to myself. “Hello, this is—“ “Paige!” I hear the door knock down on the floor. “Hello?” I hear the other line.

 “Hello?” He takes my phone and put it in mid-air to throw it on the floor and jab it with his foot over and over. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was just so surreal. Yesterday, I was bonding and eating with my friends and now-I mean, how could this happen? I swallow. “Come here.” He tells me but I just stood.

 “I said, come here.” He orders. I feel so intimidated. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t follow him. He was dangerous. Treacherous. Wrong. He takes my hand and he runs down the stairs, making it hard for me to catch up. His grip tightens. “Ouch, ouch.” He stops from walking. We’re in the living room now. “I’m sorry.” His grip loosens. We walk to the dining area and he leads me to the dining table. He pulls a chair out of it for me to sit on and moves it inward once I have sat down.

 “Shit.” I hear him mutter under his breath. He runs to the stove. My eyes follow his every move. Flames of fire was around the pan. He must’ve left it to call me.  He turned off the stove and took a thick cloth to stop it. He coughs and covers his mouth with his fist.

 He sighs and punches the wall. I could hear his heavy breathing from here. He takes two plates out of the cabinet and also takes two forks and spoons with him. How could he know where I put all of my belongings without searching for it?

 Once he made his way to me that’s just when I notice that there was food resting on the table. Pasta? I love pasta. How could he know that? Maybe it’s just a coincidence, that’s all. He sits infront of me, with the table being the only barrier between us. “Eat. Hope you like it.”

 He takes his fork and he starts to take some pasta out of the plate and onto his own. Rolling his fork and taking a mouthful. I stare at him. He sees me and smiles. I look away and look down. “Go eat.” He takes another gallop.

“I know it’s your favourite.” He smirks. I am hungry though. I take some pasta as well and ate. The minute we were both done, he speaks.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even look at me.

“For what?” I say as if I didn’t know what he had actually done. “For this.” He licks his lips looking down. I just gaze at him. He suddenly looks up at me.

 “Okay.” I whisper. “Excuse me,” I add. “uh, not to be rude and all but why are you here? Who are you?” “This was no accident. I came here for you because I know, at the end of the day, the only one and the only thing that will be here for you is me.” He says ignoring the other question. “What? I don’t get it.” I feel goosebumps. “You own me Paige.” He replies. How could I own him? I don’t know him. “You’re mine?” “Yes, and you’re mine.”

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