14 Nights In Emeliano's Bed

~04~

~04~
Rebecca's pov

I didn't go down for dinner.

Like I said, I didn't want to feel comfortable, so I just stayed in Emeliano's room, standing by the window, thinking of what tonight held for me.

How did I even get here? Just yesterday I was with my Mom, thanking her for helping me pack my bags.

Just this morning I was anticipating the reaction my Dad would have when he sees me.

Never in a thousand years would I ever think that I'd end up in the house- sorry castle, of a complete stranger who seemed to be richer than the devil Mammon himself.

I sighed, running a hand through my thick black hair.

After Emeliano's threats, he left the room after instructing me to come down for dinner; well, me being me, I didn't listen, I just glared at him remaining quiet. My words had left me earlier and my body still reacted to the way he spoke to me...

My body still reacted to his raw words and closeness.

I ran my hands up and down my arm, trying to keep myself warm.

How do I get out of here? Is Emeliano really going to hold me down against my will? Will my sister be worried about me? My mom? Dad? Mason?

Will I even be able to attend April's Wedding? Her wedding was supposed to be six days from now... How will I be able to attend it?

Am I seriously going to stay here with Emeliano? For 14 days?

Is he seriously going to do all those things to me? Will I let him?

God, I have to get out of here! I have to leave this hell hole!

But how?

There are guards everywhere? I'll never make it to the stairs! Much less the front door!

I bit my nails as I paced slowly back and forth.

My stomach grumbled... "No! Not now stomach! You should not be hungry! You have to be patient, we'll get out of here soon enough and I'll feed you... I promise."

Oh, this is so not happening.

"Did you ever have a mental record?" A voice echoed from behind me.

I turned to find Emeliano standing by the bed, raising a brow at me. When did he come in?

"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.

"You were talking to yourself... I just wanted to know if I kidnapped a psycho..."

"I am not a psychopath. I'm normal... And I don't appreciate you calling me one!"

He sighed and moved to another corner of the room, probably to the walk-in closet. "Why do you always have to yell?" His voice resounded around the room.

I wonder what he was doing?

"Ever considered the fact that it's because I don't want to be here?" I retorted.