His Past // Zion Kuwonu

Ch. 8

I stayed laying on my side for what felt like hours, but was realistically only a few minutes.

The familiar door creeped open.

"This isn't your room" Aidens voice spoke.

I got up as quickly as I could, nervous for what was to come. He gestured towards the door.

"I'm not that cruel" he chuckled. "Go ahead" he motioned toward the door again.

I made my way down the hallway, unsure of where to go.

"4th door on the left!" He called. I hate his voice.

I opened the door and looked around the room. There was a bed, dresser and a tv. It was decent. Everything was mostly white, with accents of blue in certain spots.

I don't understand how the room before was so crappy and cold and this room is actually nice and clean.

"This is where you'll be staying..." he said, as I turned to face him.

He looks the same, except now his beard is a little longer.

Any other time, I'd be grateful and say thank you, but this time I won't be doing that. I'm not thankful for this, he kidnapped me. I shouldn't even be here.

"I haven't forgotten everything you've done. And I won't forget that you kidnapped me." I spoke looking him in his eyes. I watched as they darkened

"Understandable." He said. With that, he left the room.

I sat on the bed. This isn't my bed. I want my bed.

After what felt like hours, I heard my name boom through the hallways.

"Taylor, come here...please" his voice almost softened when he said please.

I made my way out of my room. My body was still hurting and my clothes were still torn. As if he read my mind, he was waiting outside of my door with a pile of clothes in his hand.

"I want you to shower and change. Then I need to talk to you afterwards." He said, handing me the clothes. "There's a bathroom connected to your room" He spoke, nodding his head towards the room. It's not my room. It never will be.

I nodded and made my way back into my room, shutting and locking the door. I didn't even notice the bathroom door in the corner of the room.

I opened it to reveal a basic bathroom. There were toiletries on the counter. I looked around the bathroom, looking for a camera or a recorder. I didn't find anything, but that didn't make me feel any less comfortable.

I stripped down my clothes and stepped in. The shower was hot, and I planned on using all of the hot water.

How long was I out for.
Where am I?
Where's my brother? He kidnapped me, why isn't my brother here too?
Where are the boys?
Where's Zion?
Did Zion actually kill someone? Is that why he's so closed off about where he used to live?
We may be dating but he still has not spoken a word about his past.

I washed my body and hair, never wanting to get out of the hot shower. I knew I had to.

I also knew I had to escape.

I finished my shower, not taking any longer than I really had to, sadly. I don't want another reason for Aiden to be mad at me.

I slowly slipped on a pair of underwear and leggings that sat in a pile of clothes. Next was a shirt and a sports bra that was in there as well.

I brushed my hair, and exited the bathroom.

"She's quiet, but she'll do what we need." I heard Aidens voice speak again. I made my way into the living room. I noticed it was a one story house. I noticed Aiden wasn't in there, but I heard voices coming from another room.