Unknown POV
A square of sunlight creeps through the gap in the curtains, throwing light across my face.
I sit up only to be met with the throbbing headache that was due to come this morning. I forgot what this felt like. Forgot this lifestyle. Being thrown back into it is like being greeted by an old friend, but not necessarily one I ever wanted to see again.
I hold my hand up to my forehead, as if doing so would somehow sooth the pain that shoots through it. The method proving ineffective as my skull continues to beat in time with my heart.
"Good. Your awake, it's about time" I spin around to face the male voice. His face is hidden by the shadow of the rest of the room, but that doesn't mean I don't know the exact expression he's pulling. That triumphant smirk that took place on his lips every time he managed to get me to go out with him. It used to send butterfly's rushing through me, to know he found joy in managing to spend a night with me. Frustratingly, it still does. Frustratingly I still love him.
Frustratingly, he still owns every part of me. From my head to my toe, I live for him. If he told me to jump off a cliff I probably would, though my brain would be screaming out, I wouldn't be able to resist him. I never have been. He's toxic. A drug. And I'm addicted.
