Don't Trust Your Neighbors

Chapter 3: Libby's POV

I woke up and everything was hazy, and to make things better I had a huge headache.

My eyes finally decided to focus and I checked my surroundings. A couch? A tv? I got up and started checking things out. First I went to this kitchen that is hooked onto the living room. I looked in the fridge and there was milk, water bottles, lunch meat, condiments, eggs, salad mix, cheese, pudding and tea. I looked in the freezer and there was ice cream, two kinds of french toast, breakfast sandwiches, french fries, frozen meats and other stuff.

It looks like someone lives here. I kept looking and I stumbled in to the bathroom. It looked somewhat normal. I opened the drawer and a whole bunch of M.A.C. products were in it. I opened the mirror cabinet and there was a huge cup of make-up brushes. There was shower caps and extra toothpaste. On the sink there was a cup with a single tooth brush.

I walked out and opened a random door. It was a bedroom. It had a really pretty red comforter and the whole room was my style. I opened the closet and saw a whole bunch of clothes that were my size. Then it all came back to me.

I ran back to the main room. I saw the stairs to the basement door. It was metal? Oh my gosh I am going to die. I tried the door handle but it was locked. I checked my pockets but my phone wasn't there.

"HELP! HELP! HELP!" I scream knowing he would come and I would try to make a break for it.

I heard running towards the door. I heard the keys jingle in the lock. Okay this is it. Push him backwards and run.

The door swung open. I pushed him really hard and he fell and he was so confused it took himself to realize what was going on. I took that chance and I ran. His house wasn't very big but I still didn't know where to go. I finally saw the front door. I ran and I tried to open it but it was locked and I heard him coming. I got the last lock undone and I swung it open and as soon as I took one step outside, I had a hand over my mouth and someone was dragging me.

I started bawling. I was so scared. What was he going to do with me. What does he want. I hate him.

He threw me on the floor in his living room and he went back over and locked the door. I ran again. This time upstairs. I found a room and hid in a closet. I realized it was his. It was pretty big. There was a little light shining in there from the sun. What time is it? I gasped. The closet was full of my pictures.

I heard him run past the room I was in. I crept out and back towards the stairs then I of course tripped and rolled the whole way down. I heard him. I must not stop trying.

I unlocked the door again I got half way to the yard when I was tackled. Of course. No one was around to witness. I am screwed. I screamed and he covered my mouth. He dragged me back inside.

"You are very naughty Libby!" He said in between pants.

"What do you want with me!" I yelled.

"I already told you, I am in love with you and I want you all to myself!" He said raising his voice.

"You can't have me. I am not an object. Anyways I love Wesley not you!" I stated.

Shit, I made him very angry.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair and dragged me down the stairs. I was crying and screaming the whole time.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP!" I screamed and screamed.

"Libby, are you okay?" He asked.

"W-hh-ha-aa-tt?" I stuttered out.

"Libby what happened!" He asked me.

I was so confused.

"You just drug me down the stairs by my hair!" I screamed.

"Oh baby I am so sorry!" He tried to hug me but I pushed him away. He look hurt and rejected which was fine with me. But now I regret pushing him away.

He tackled me and started trying to kiss me. I was pushing, kicking and clawing. He didn't even budge. Finally I struck a plan. I started making out with him too. I only stopped to get a breath. I was so disgusted I wanted to cry. I hate this but I know what I need to do.

He finally got off of me and I stood straight up.

"Now you see it my way. Go take a shower and cook some dinner, I will be back down at 7." He kissed my cheek and went back up stairs.

I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My lips we swollen from the kissing. I already had bruises forming on my arms. I walked in to the bedroom and looked in the closet.

Dinner?

Well I guess I should dress nice.

I shut and locked the door. I peeled my sweat filled clothes off of me. Right before I turned on the shower I realized I had to go pee. So I did that first and then hopped in the shower. I scubbed my body and hair. I washed my face and scrubbed my lips.

I got out and brushed my teeth. I ran to "my" bedroom in a towel. I locked the door and went throught the closet. I found a sweater with birds on a branch, some black leggings, a maroon scarf, a black beanie and some black combat boots. This is what I am talking about.

I put a bra and underwear on. Then I slipped on the leggings and the sweater. I slipped a pair of all black socks on. Then I put on the combat boots. I walked to the bathroom and did a natural make up look. I walked in the kitchen and got all the ingredients I would need to make salad and spaghetti.

Hopefully my plan will work.