His Obsession

Chapter 11

His Obsession

Chapter 11

Evangeline

My eyes tiredly open, with a blurry vision. My head is killing me, it feels like my head has been jammed into a tiny hole that's squeezing it.

I don't remember a thing that happened last night. I think I didn't drink, I'm on the not drink list now, trying to stop drinking.

Because of those fucking headaches and hangovers that I get the next day, and the fact that I have no memory of anything.

I groan as I sit up on the bed, wait.. this bed is far too comfortable. Rubbing my eyes to clear the blurriness and adjust to the light, I finally open them.

As soon as I open my eyes, I start to panic. My heart beats faster in my chest and my breathing becomes fast pantings.

This is not my bed. And this is not my room. I'm sure that I'm not even in my apartment. Where the hell am I?

Standing out of the bed, my bare feet hit the warm wooden floor of this room. I'm still in my pajamas, the one's that I remember I was wearing in my apartment.

The last thing I remember is being there and there was a gang war going on and that is why I had to stay there and then blackness.

I look around the room. It's nice and tidy, looks like a bedroom you'd find in a hotel or something. I don't remember going to a hotel and with no luggage with me.

I would never do that, I always take something with me, there is always something I would need and I would pack it down.

One thing I know for a fact about all of this, I did not come here willingly. It's just not like me. I don't sleep around and even if I did, I wouldn't do it in my pajamas.

I walk over to the balcony to see where I am, and my jaw literally falls down to the warm floor when I see where I am.

I'm in a mansion. No, a castle it would seem. It's so big and it looks beautiful, but it doesn't explain where I am. I have never seen this place in my life, not in the news and certainly not live, except for now.

What have I gotten myself into this time? It seems trouble always follows me. Looking closer at this place, I notice that there are a lot of men dressed in black suits with guns.

This looks like I have jumped into some spy movie and I'm about to get killed and no one will ever see me again or find my body.

I must get out of here before something like that happens. I'm on the second floor, so jumping out of the balcony will be a bad idea.

There aren't stairs, but there are vines of the wall of this house, castle or mansion? I don't know what to call this, I'll just stick with mansion.

A knock on the door breaks me from my breaking out of here thoughts and it sends me into another panic attack. I hurts on with my plan and climb on the edge of the balcony and hold on to the vines to not fall.

I make sure that they're strong enough to hold my body weight. The door opens and I hear footsteps walk inside. I quickly climb down, hoping that the vines will hold on for just a little while longer.

When I'm close enough from the ground, I jump down and land on the soft grass. I don't waste time and just run out of there. I'm free...

"Catch her!!!" Some yells. Well, I'm not free...