The One He Wanted

Futile Attempts

A/N: I'm so sorry, it turns out I have the flu and this is all I can manage typing out. I know it's really short and I apologize. I will resume my regular updating schedule on Monday, if you can even call it a schedule at this point. But on a completely different not, have any of you ever heard the album Don't Smile At Me by Billie Eilish? Lemme just say, it's absolutely addictive. The song &burn is one of my favorites, I'll put it up top so you can hear it. It has a little to do with the chapter, it kind of reminds me of the betrayal Katherine feels because of what Xavier has done... but anyway... OFF TO THE CHAPTER!

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 I had spent most of Saturday at Sadie's and had got home about 4:30. I was terrified to go to sleep, for fear that Xavier would kidnap me again. I had to lock my window and door just to get myself calm enough to be considered slightly emotionally stable. I was happy that I managed to evade him for one night, but scared of what the next night may consist of. I laid awake for most of the night, glad that I was able to sleep in tomorrow. Even though I tried to stay awake, exhaustion finally won over.

    I wasn't sure how long I slept, because when I woke up, it felt like I was only asleep for five minutes. The only reason I even woke up, was from the cold. I cringed, assuming my location. I woke up not tied down and without a gag or blindfold. I was completely dressed as well, proving to be a great relief to me. The only reason I knew that I was in the same room as before was because the dim lighting revealed to me the bed and the door across the room. I wondered when Xavier would make his appearance- wait, the door! I jumped off of the bed and ran for it. I twisted the doorknob, hoping Xavier didn't keep it locked. Fortunately for me, he doesn't. The handle twisted easily and I pulled it open and gazed outside. There was a hallway that extended in both directions. I bit my lip and tried to decide which way to go, randomly picking the left,

I made my way down the hallway, not bothering to close the door behind me. I opened random doors as I went, revealing a bathroom and two plain bedrooms. Finally, the last door I opened showed me a living room and a kitchen to the side. Figuring this must be the main entrance, I walked quietly into the room. I stopped for a moment, listening for any noise, but there was none. In fact, there was no sound at all. No refrigerator running, no electricity humming, no nothing. It was too quiet.

Shrugging it off, I made my way towards the door that I spotted in the kitchen, hoping that it was an exit. When I reached it, I turned the knob slowly, praying for the other side of the door to be outside. As soon as the door was open a crack, the cold October air rushed in. I smiled in relief and quickly opened it the rest of the way. I shivered in the cold, my shorts and thin tank top doing nothing against the cold air that felt like needles pin pricking my skin. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to try to create some friction while I looked around outside. We were in the middle of the woods. There were trees as far as I could see, and only a small dirt road winding through the forest. And in the driveway, was Xavier's car. I felt my hopes soar at the sight of it and hoped that the keys would be inside. Stepping over the twigs and rocks that littered the ground, I made my way to the car. Finally reaching the driver's side, I pulled at the handle, relief flooding through me when it opened easily and I spotted the keys in the ignition.

     I should've known that my luck would only run so far before something bad happened, but I didn't. I felt a strong arm go around my waist and a hand snake around my mouth, muffling my panicked scream. I tried to kick and punch at Xavier, automatically assuming my captor's identity, but he had me in a way that I couldn't seem to hit him at all. The arm around my waist slipped lower until it reached my knees, then pulled me up into Xavier's arms. I wish I could say that I was shocked to see him, but I couldn't. He carried me bridal style, hand still over my mouth, back to the house. I kicked and screamed, needing to get free, because if the look in his eyes told me anything, they screamed You're going to get it. Pushing open the front door, he carried me through the house and back to the hallway. When he reached my half open door, he shook his head and stepped inside. As soon as he placed me down on the bed, I sat up and scrambled to get away from him, but he caught my ankle and pulled me back to him. Knowing from experience, and from the view outside, that my screams for help would go unanswered, I didn't even waste my breath. When he finally got me back to him, he pushed me back down onto the bed and pinned both of my arms above my head with one hand and sat on my legs in the middle of my thighs. I struggled underneath him, dreading the consequences for trying to escape from him. He ran his hand over my face, and feeling stupidly brave, I bit his hand as soon as it came close enough to my mouth.

     He growled and pulled his hand back, no doubt preparing to make me pay, but to my surprise, he just rested it on my stomach. "You know, I had certain plans for tonight but instead, I've decided that we should play a game."

"What kind of game?" I asked cautiously.

"The one where I get to do whatever I want."

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A/N: Like I said, really short, and I'm really sorry.