The Anonymous

Prologue

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening caught my attention; I looked around and ran towards the closest thing that could conceal me, a sculpture of a naked woman with no arms. That idea soon became unrealistic, as I realized I could be seen. Everything in this apartment is beige, and I'm the furthest away from that color. As a final resort, I ran behind the huge kitchen island. The footstep soon grew closer and closer, my heart began to race faster and faster. Nervous, I specked my head up. Luckily, my head was hidden behind the vase of green chrysanthemums. Hidden behind the flowers, I saw him. My eyes fell on his grey sweatpants. He must live here? I thought to myself. Slowly my gaze traveled up towards his white shirt. Then to his hair, it was dark brown, almost black. He has too much hair for a guy. As he turned to his left towards the stairs, I flinched in fright and fell down, back first. This got his attention, as he immediately walked around the island. I laid on the floor with my arms spread out awaiting my impending doom. This is the end. But what a magnificent looking up at the ceiling. The ceiling was annoyingly high-up with exquisitely detailed handcrafted patterns, engulfing the entire ceiling. I notice there were faint colors of pale green hidden subtly in each design. I thought to myself "Well, it looks like my time has come".

The man walks near me and offers his hand. I reject his offer and frantically crawled to the opposite side of the island. I stood up half-shaken as I got a good look at my kidnapper, his light green eyes caught my attention. "hi there! How did you sleep? I'm glad to see you're alive," he said sarcastically.

I got up quickly and ran towards the other side of the kitchen island. "You... you... kidnapped me you psychopath" I yelled, holding up a random silver butter knife on the table.

"Not really, if anything I saved you". As he went into the refrigerator and pulled a pitcher of orange juice and a plate with a stack of sandwiches. "Are you hungry"? he said casually.

I pressed on, "What do you want from me, you creeper of the night."

He scowls at me, "You blacked out last night, and I brought you home with me so you could rest. I didn't know where you lived and I didn't want to leave you unattended. I had no choice, now, put the butter knife down." He looked at me amused. "Hungry," he asked holding up the dish of sandwich and a pitcher of orange juice with a light smile.

Patrick Bateman, I uttered under my breath. He had a confused look on his face. I cautiously backed up and ran back upstairs. I yelled from the balcony of the staircase "PSYCHOCRAZY!!"I ran up the stairs yelling, "You are not going to take me alive."

I ran down the corridor realizing it was a dead end. I turned around and hurried to the other end of the corridor. There was a familiar-looking door that caught my eye. I jumped on the bed and searched frantically for my phone. I finally found it on the other side of the bed on the floor. I bent over to pick the phone and held it up in the air, basking in my victory. Suddenly, I felt a hand intercepted the phone. I was so startled, I almost fell on the floor. "The hell" I shouted.

"What the hell" I snapped.

"Lower your voice," he asked calmly folding his arms.

"The give me back my bloody phone." Completely livid, and ready-to-square-the-hell-up, I started launching pillows at him. He swiftly dodged all of my attacks. I decide to take him head-on, as I jumped on him. Unsuccessfully, he caught me with one arm and toss me on the bed—like a stuffed animal. Never in my life have I've been so heated by one person.

The man stood over me and reasoned, "calm down" running his hand threw his curly hair.

"I just want my phone back."

Ignoring my demands, he strolled towards the door. I ran up to behind him, which caused he turned around and face me. Hovering the phone over me, I jumped for it. Only once. Quickly stopping as I notice, what he was doing to me. "You, asshole," I said with crossed arms.

"Well it depends, are you going to act like an adult" with a hand on his chin.

 "Are you going to jump off the roof?" I said sarcastically.  He scowled this time with a hint of anger. He walked out of the room, I instantly followed him, but backed up as I realized, I was too close to him.

With a straight face, he said, "I did not kidnap you." I was about to open my mouth to say something when he cut me off, stepping forward, and deliberately invading my personal space. I decided to stand my ground and not back down. He looked at me straight in my eyes, I got a better look at his electric green eyes. His demeanor seems to have changed in an instant, his face looked more serious now. "Never say that to me again," he said bitterly.

Huh, I just want my phone back. "Think about it. If I kidnapped you, I would have taken the phone" he as he moved closer to me causing me to subconsciously back up. Suddenly, he grabs my waist and pushes me to him, gently, but with enough strength for my head to brush up against his chest. I tried to push away but my energy was depleted. With one hand on my lower back with his free hand, he hovers my phone over my head. As he looked down at me, "Use your head," he said expressionless, while placing the phone back in my hand and walked away.

I felt my face getting really hot, and the goosebumps on my arms stood up. Up until now, I didn't realize I was holding in my breath. As I breathed out, I turned my head to look down the corridor.

Before returning to the room, gathering my purse and walked back down to the kitchen. I'm leaving, I stated. He was eating casually. "Are you hungry?" he said. As he puts an extra sandwich on a plate, placing it in my direction. Too tired to think of a snarky comeback. I simply said, yes. I was so hungry and dehydrated. I sat down and ate the sandwich. After eating the sandwich, I grabbed another one. I also drank two glasses of orange juice.

"So, what's your name?" I said with a full mouth. He looked up at me and responded, "Ashton Belmont."

"That's an interesting name," I narrowed my eyes.

"Interesting?" he mimicked. While raising one annoyingly perfect eyebrow. Ashton sat up straight in his chair and looked at me in my eyes. "And your name," he asked blankly and unimpressed.

As I stared at him with my mouth full... I analyzed him, he really isn't that bad looking some would say "gorgeous", I guess... if you want to go that far. Ashton had beautifully curly dark hair. It kind of looked black depending on the lighting. His eyes were a lovely shade of light green, with clear skin. He had what you'd call an "olive" complexion that seems to bring out his light green eyes and dark curly hair and the cutest beauty mark at the side of his lip. His bone structure was lovely, even I had to admit, straight nose with high cheekbones and a prominent jawline. He looked like the quintessential model and then something more. Some would say he's exotic or a "pretty boy." God, I hate that word. If he was exotic then what was I... I thought slightly beginning to confuse myself. Someone as good-looking as him can not be trusted. I'm noting to let him know I like him. No way will I man stroke. 

He probably gets all the g---- "Well...what's your name?" Ashton repeating himself with both eyebrows raised. While chewing his sandwich and staring at me. God, he even chews nicely and he has dimples... I thought.

"Hello earth to the young woman in front of me, what your name?" he said raising his voice a little causing me to flinch. Reality soon caught up to me as I realized, I'm staring at him in darn I said its admiration. I won't be surprised if I was drooling as well. I felt my face heat up again. As I drank more orange juice I said, with a gulp "My name is Aeon Hall."

Ashton now hallow eyes looked me up-and-down and he smiled, brilliantly.

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