Love In A Strange Place

It's Just Us Now

I opened my eyes, and quickly shut them. The light from my window made my head ache even worse. I yawned, and attempted to stretch, but retracted from the pain in my side. I racked my brain to remember why it was hurt, and the memories of last night overwhelmed my mind. My eyes shot open, and I was face to face with....Dalton? We locked eyes and screamed. He jumped out of bed and I sat up. He let out another shout, turned away from me, and ran out. That's when I realized I wasn't in my room. I was in some sort of a luxurious suite. I felt a draft, and I looked down to find myself naked. If this place had neighbors, they heard me scream. Did we? No. Maybe. I mean, he kidnapped me, and I'm in his bed undressed.

bile rose in my throat, but I forced it down. I need to find clothes and get out. Why did he take me in the first place? This is completely backwards. He was my prisoner, and now I'm his? I stood up, and collapsed on the floor. my head was spinning, and my side hurt beyond anything I could explain. The marble floor was almost transparent. Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced myself off the ground. I walked over to the dresser and opened the first one. Boxers. I stared at them for a minute, and thought, "screw it." I need to wear something. The next drawer was shirts, so I just grabbed a plain white one. It fell mid thigh, and the sleeves almost reached my elbows. Next I found his pants drawer, and slipped a pair on. They fell right off. I can do without.

I turned around and ran straight into a women. before I could ask her to help me break out, she handed me a pile of girl clothing, saying, "Savanna sent them." and with that, left. Savanna? He has a girlfriend? I quickly slipped off what I assume is his clothing, and put on what that girl provided.

I slowly opened the door, and peeked down this extravagant hallway. If I knew he was this rich, he could have payed his way out of my dads hands. I dismiss the thought, and silently made my way down the hall. I heard Dalton's voice, and a girls. Must be Savanna. "Nice one, brother." Brother? They're siblings? It sounds like they're in some type of fight. I peeked around the corner into the room they were in, and confirmed my theory. They were practically killing each other. I almost intervened, but if they're capable of fighting, it's best they don't know I'm around.

I was about to turn around and leave, but Dalton tackled the girl and I knew that there must be some sort of damage. I awaited a blood curdling scream, but all I heard was her whisper, "I win." and Dalton say, "You might have won the battle, but I won the war."

I don't understand why they're hurting each other or why they're so okay with it. " You two are brutal," I piped in with out thinking. Dalton directed his attention towards me, while Savanna seemed unconscious. I was horrified at how idiotic I was. "Nah, this is just training." He said non-chalantly. I noticed his waist was pouring blood, and my natural instincts got the better of me. "You're hurt, you need help," I said while I reached for his blood soaked shirt. He dodged me, and pointed to the girl, "I think she needs help more than I do. I got into it, and hit her too hard. I think I broke one of her ribs." He said while scooping her up in his arms.

I was honestly terrified of him.

If he can do this much damage to his sister and not care, what in Gods name would he do to me? I've never had a relationship with a sibling since I'm an only child, so this infuriated me. "How can you be brutal to each other? You're siblings!" He rolled his eyes and stopped, not bothering to face me. "Miranda, this is the lifestyle I grew up in. I didn't grow up in a peachy place. I've trained ever since I was 11, and not many men can over take me. I'm an attacker. I don't sit by and watch; I grew up knowing this." He continued to walk, but abruptly stopped. "Plus, we went easy on each other. Like I said, this is training. Also, Savanna will want to talk to you once she comes to. Until then, I have stuff to do." And with that, he left. I was so upset with him, and his antics, I screamed "I hope you slip on ice and die!" It was stupid, and I hoped he didn't hear it.