The Stalker Eye

Trapped

After what feels like a lot of time has passed I see myself wake up in a large room with red walls and wooden floor. I try to remember what happened but I can't remember. I attempt to get off the bed but feel a pain on my forehead where I find a bandage. Guess I'm in some private hospital. I see I'm not wearing the dress from before but a gown and under I'm completely naked. Then the flashback comes. Me and Steven were going on a trip and the truck was the last thing I remember. In a minute I felt scared realizing we had an accident. Where is Steven?  I think to myself.

Just then I hear his voice the most grave and manly voice that I have ever heard that sends goosebumps to my arms. For a minute all my worries about Steven were gone when I stare back in his eyes. The color of his eyes were the most unique "GREY", stormy grey. His eyes looked like they were boring holes in me but somehow I can't stop staring back at him. His words finally register into my head.

"Are You Alright?", He asks

This perfectly muscled man over by the door asking me if I am alright? Seemed so creepy. What was more shocking that he wasn't Steven but a stranger asking me if I'm alright and the room isn't a hospital room but this stranger's bedroom. It was all too clear by the big frame of an attractive man on the right wall of the room. It was this stranger's picture. I struggle to form words for a minute but eventually it comes out.

"Whe... Wher....wher... Where am I?", I ask puzzled

"You are where you should be.", He replies back. His answer confuses me.

And for a brief second I think this man has kidnapped me and Steven is dead. The thought shakes me a little to much but the realization that I still have the courage to form words is unbelievable.

"Tellll  meeee.", I ask again

This time he only stares and I hold on to his stare. After a minute he walks towards me step by step. I hear the wooden floor creak under his bare feet. Finally he's next to my bed. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"Allow me to explain to you my lady. You are here save and you are taken good care of. When you are completely healthy only then you can go home.", He replies

His statement doesn't gives me any comfort.

"Noo I must find Steven and go home. Where is he?", I ask and push my blanket aside and attempt to get out of the bed. I'm almost two steps ahead of bed when I feel his arms around me pushing me to sit back.

"Not so fast dear, You are not well. Get some more sleep. Are you hungry?", he smiles and says this in the most kind manner. 

Which makes me realize he didn't answer my previous question so I ask him again,

"Where is Steven?"

"Ohh, You mean the guy with you?", He replies back

"Yess! Yes! Him.", I answer

"Where is he?", I ask

"He's resting, He was badly injured but don't worry. I'll be here to take good care of him", He answers me. For the first time I see his eyes leave mine and focuses on the portrait behind me but his words were so shocking that it left me panicked, worried and speechless.

After a minute he stands up and leaves the room. Making me feel lonely and scared.

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After calming myself  for about an hour. He comes back with a tray of food. His muscles flexing and his veins visible by carrying the weight of the tray. He puts the tray on my lap and suddenly I am aware of his proximity and his breath lingers on my face. He examines my face like he is measuring each one of my facial features. His proximity quickens my heartbeat. Unable to move or do anything I stare back at him with wide eyes. He then backs off and speaks,

"Uhh. So here's lunch and I managed to get you some clothes for your stay here. Till you are completely healthy."

My mind once again goes overdrive and all the unanswered worrying questions pop in my mind, Where is Steven? Is he really alright? Is this man taking good care of him like he's saying? What is the truth? But my mind wont let me ask him again.

My thoughts are disturbed when I feel his hand on my face gently caressing it. I shiver at his touch which is calming but it feels wrong. I feel like crying when his hand hover around my forehead bruise and his eyes never leave mine. It feels good until it didn't felt wrong but when it did. My mind start speaking against it.

What am I doing? I barely know this guy and I'm engaged to Steven. The love of my life.

As if reading my mind he backs off, stands up and goes for the door. Saying these words before leaving.

"You can't meet him yet.", He says softly and once again I'm lonely and scared.