My Ex-Bully Louis Tomlinson kidnapped me (One Direction Fan-fiction)

Chapter Twenty Two~ Taste of Your Own Medicine-

Darcy's P.O.V.

 The door came banging open moments after the scream had left my lips. 

"Dare?!" Louis asked, coming over to me quickly.

I relaxed my features quickly and made myself appear much calmer than the scared girl on the inside screaming in fear. I had to keep my emotions in check when i saw him though, knowing there was so much history and meomeries. 

"S-sorry..." I sighed, "It was just a nightmare..."

He gave me a sympathetic look, "Do you want to talk about it?" 

I sighed and shook my head, "I'd rather not..." 

I knew what i was doing, Lieing to him. He wasn't going to know that i remembered everything. He couldn't. Otherwise... i'd never make it out of this place. 

I felt awful about it though.. because despite everything, i love him with all my heart. 

"Are you sure?" He pressed, his blue eyes staring into mine.

I squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, the guilt making it seem as if he could read my mind and was staring into my soul.

I nodded and gave him a fake smile, "I'm fine really." 

"okay..." he said uncertainly. "How are you feeling?" He asked, referring to my illness.

I shrugged, "Much better, must have been a twenty four hour thing."

"Do you remember...?" He trailed off, "Never mind."

"What?" I asked, pretending as if i didn't know his question.

"Um... do you remember completely like spazzing out and crazy talking?"

I gave him a fake confused look, "Umm.. no? What are you talking about?"

Please believe it. Please believe it. Please believe it!!

He smiled in relief. "Thats good." 

I sighed, thankful he hadn't noticed that i wasn't being honest.

I smiled back as if i were oblivious, but i wasn't.

"Well since you're feeling better... i thought maybe we could go shopping." He smiled.

"okay!" I agreed, already forming a plan in my head.

I know what you're thinking. Run while you guys are shopping! But i had a far better, much more devious plan. 

He smiled back, "Why don't you take a shower, then we'll leave yeah?" 

I nodded in agreement, "Sounds like a plan."  If only he knew.

"okay, well, i'll go make the boys get ready." He told me, heading back towards the door.

I nodded and slid out of the warm covers of the bed out into the icy air, being careful of my leg and still fragile ribs, which was another reason i couldn't just make a break for it when we went to the wall... i was a cripple.

I limped over to the bathroom, turning the nosel on the shower and getting into the warm water, sighing as it cleaned off the sweat. Showers were always a bliss to me. They felt as if they could wash away all your troubles. And honestly; i needed a bit of that in my life at the momet to be quite frank.

I scrubbed my body with soap and ran my fingers into my knots, mushing the shampoo into my hair. After i rinsed that out, i tossled in conditioner, rubbing the jellylike substanse in, until my hair was smooth and silky. After rinsing that out, i decided to just kind of stand in the hot water for a bit. Like a boss.