My Alluring Indiscretion

Chapter 2- I should run

Listen to these songs for the chapter

'Blank Space' by Taylor Swift

'The Big Bang' by rock mafia 

'How deep is your love' Calvin Harris & disciples

'Mercy' by Shawn Mendes

'Nervous' by Shawn Mendes

       
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Emma's POV

On my bed is a man dressed in a black t-shirt, ripped black jeans and black boots. His forearms are visible and I can see dark ink spread over them disappearing into his sleeves. After taking into account his unruly dark brown hair, I note he looks unconscious.

What's worse is I see my sheets are stained with red. Holy shit, that's blood.

I gulp and move closer to the sleeping giant. He's tall, very tall. Over six feet tall and he's lean yet broad. His face looks the total opposite to his clothes. His defined jaw and soft features are a sight to behold.

Stop checking out the stranger lying on your bed!

When I inch in closer to him, I poke his muscled shoulder but he doesn't move, not even a little stir. It's suddenly dead silent and the only thing I can hear is my pounding heart. When I look closer analysing his body, something flashes.

I lift his shirt and immediately drop it down. 'Okay Don't worry it's only a gun, only a gun!

Oh my god he has a gun, what should I do? Why can't I run away?

"Help...Help." I say but my voice comes out in a whisper. Okay be cool, calm down, think! I slowly reach for the gun, first coming in contact with his waistband. I have to tug on it a little but I manage to get the gun out.

I hold it on my hands like a disease. Touching it as less as possible. What should I do? I put it in my underwear draw inside my chest.

Okay, now that he's unarmed, approach him. Don't be a coward.

"Hey, get up." I shimmy his arm a little but he doesn't move. I move in close and jerk his shoulders but he doesn't move. I move in even closer and literally shake him with all my strength but he still doesn't move. All he does is whimper a little.

I run downstairs just at the brim to blurt everything out to my guards but when I see them I don't say anything at all. I go to my garden pacing up and down, my anxiety taking over me. I could leave him be. Maybe he's innocent and just hurt. Maybe he is lost and was being chased by some psychos and needs shelter. Or maybe I'm being extremely dumb and not realising that he is the PSYCHO.

As time goes by I submit to the burning curiosity aflame and make my way back upstairs.

I go to a guest bathroom and splash my face. I look up to see I'm still there wide awake. So it isn't a dream. Ugh this doesn't happen. This is like some movie bullshit. I dab my face with a towel hard, scared and frustrated. Outside my bedroom door I gingerly wait, only to jump up when I hear something break. Glass maybe?

Oh freak. Oh freak. Oh freak.

I walk in. My eyes scanning the area, it looks normal. I take baby steps and move into my room but when I turn to look at my bed, it's completely empty. The only remains is a big red stain on my rich cream sheets.

"Heh-Hello" I choke, cautiously scanning my bedroom. Okay don't panic. You have a mad person somewhere in your room and you didn't go and get help when you had the chance. It's fine, it's okay, just remember be calm.

I'm so going to die today...

I can see little traces of blood on my floor carpet. I follow them and stop when they disappear going under the door of my closet.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I frantically look around and pick a photo frame in my hands. Holding it upright in case I needed to get a good swing.

Why am I not going to get help? I should run, like right now. Then why am I not? Am I so demented that somewhere I'm actually enjoying the chilling thrill that is coming from facing him myself.

Is my life so boring and mundane?

He can hurt you bad and that would be putting it lightly, my subconscious warns me. Run while you still can, she yells. But before I can act upon it my hand is already turning the closet door knob. I jerk it open and immediately stand guard.

Huh?

I enter my closet, searching it but it's empty. Maybe he ran outside or left. Either way I don't think he's still here. I walk out relived that my stupidity didn't cost me my life and slowly let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. Next time this happens you call for help dum-dum I whisper.

Still in my dress I head to the bathroom to grab my sweats. I put down the frame that holds a picture of me as a child laughing with my parents. Slowly sorrow takes over my emotions.

What happened to the both of you?

A noise creaks and I look up but it's nothing. The frame is still in my hands as I feel like to cry my heart out.

My whole world feels like it's turned upside down, what's weird is that it literally turned upside down and not just metaphorically. Out of nowhere I'm roughly grabbed before I can even register what's happening.

A hand covers my waist while another does the same to my mouth. I fight and jump trying to get loose but the grip is strong as iron. He turns my body to himself and slams me up against the wall. I'm faced with my assailant, a tear escaping my eye as the frame in my hand crashes on the floor.

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A/N

Emma and Leo's first meeting. Ahhhhh!  I'm literally screaming.
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