He quickly stood up, disbelief written on his face.
"Angel, I-" He didn't get to finish because I quickly threw my hands around his torso and hugged him.
The side of my head rested just a little under his chest and I could clearly hear his erratic...
Soo, it's been a while. I'm wondering if anyone still reads this book, haha! A big thank you goes to people who are still sticking around and also to my new readers!
I genuinely hope you enjoy this chapter, I've been editing and re-doing this one sooo much...
Also, I don't speak Italian, I translated the Italian parts with google translator!
Without further ado, let's get to the story!
**Read the announcement at the end of this chapter**
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Uhh, where am I?
I woke up on a very comfortable bed, but I was sure it wasn't mine. My eyes felt so heavy, I struggled for long to actually open them.
When I finally opened them, I saw I was in a huge room, on a huge bed and my head was pounding.
The room I was in wasn't too bright, but it also wasn't completely dark in here. I could see normally, thanks to the tall lamp that stood beside the bed I was laying on.
But...what am I doing here?
And then I remembered. Someone drugged and kidnapped me!
Oh my God. I quickly stand up from the bed and look for my coat in which I had my phone.
I start panicking when I see it's nowhere to be found. That man must have taken it!
Oh my God, wait.
I quickly look down at my body and blow out a sight of relief. I'm dressed exactly how I was, thank God. I don't think I could handle a stranger touching me...
I look around the room, trying to find any possible escape. The room has a balcony, so I run towards it and try to open the balcony door, but of course...it's locked.
Tears start to fill my eyes and my fear rises. I quickly look around, trying to find the actual door.
When I spot the door, I gain some hope. They look quite normal and don't look too secured. Please, God, let it be unlocked, please.
I closed my eyes, silently praying. I tip toe to to the door and wipe my eyes with my shaky hands.
"Please." I whisper as I touch the cold handle.
I struggle to open it, for a second I think it's just an old door, so it may be hard to open it. But in reality, I just didn't want to accept the truth, that it was actually locked. And I couldn't do anything. I couldn't go anywhere.
"No." I whisper. I shut my eyes and let the tears fall down as I rest my forehead against the door.
