F*cking cliché

05

Pov Calum

I run for my life to get away from this horrible place but.. I can't even manage to get the door open and he's already standing next to me.

He's leaning against the door watching me struggle.

'I still haven't got the chance to explain what I want from you,' he states with a fake yawn.
'Well.. I'm never going to do it anyway so.. just let me out.'
'You were the one who wanted to come to my house.'
He shrugs, places a hand on my shoulder and pulls me away from the door. 'Calum it's locked.. give up.'

I tilt my head backwards and look up at the ceiling while my lips form a silent "fuck."

'What is it sweetheart?' 'Screw you!' 'Not yet.' I groan at his reply.

He pins my body against the door and stares me in my eyes.
'Damn.. I would love to ruin these bright eyes you have.'

I start to slide down against the door in the hope to break free.

'Seriously.. what are you trying to do?'

He slightly pushes me making me lose my balance and fall quicker than I would like.

'I.. please just let me go.'

'Calum sweetheart.. you've been working on my nerves all day,' a grin covers his fave, 'Did you really think you would get away with that?
He cups my head up and glares down at me. 'I like you on the ground.'
After that he drops my head again.

That was my sign to try and get up.

'Calum.. maybe you should stop acting this difficult, you're already on my naughty list sweetheart,' his index finger traces my jaw and stops under my chin, 'And I'm not that nice to people who put themselves on there.'

'L..Levi,' I stutter, 'I didn't know it would upset you.'
He pushes my chin up and chuckles. 'Of course you didn't, you thought I was joking.. so now I just need to show you how serious I'm about th..'

The doorbell saved me.

He pulls me up, holding his hand around my wrist tightly.

'If you scream, run, ask for help or anything like that.. you're dead and I'll make it horrible for you,' he whispers into my ear.

'Gray? What are you doing here?'
'It's about.. work.' My eyes widen when I recognize the voice of the one friend I had while growing up.
'How serious is it?'
'Serious enough to ring your doorbell.'
'I need to deal with one thing and then I'll come, I'll meet you there.'

He throws the door shut and drags me to the living room.

He walks away and comes back with a rope in his hands, dangling it from side to side.

'Put your hands behind your back.'
I hesitate for a moment but decide to listen to him. I move slowly though.
'Good boy.'

He binds my wrists together and tugs the end of the rope as he tries to hide a laugh.

'Come on.. get on the couch.'
'The couch?' I repeat confused.
'If you try to get up you'll be on the ground and I don't know how long I'll be gone so.. be happy.'

When I'm on the couch he binds my ankles together as well. Throughout the whole process all I can do is just stare at him.

'Can't you just let me go home?'
'Sweetheart.. I'm not done with you yet.'

After that he walks away leaving me behind in his house.

My eyes immediately glance over at the box where he put my stuff in. Could I possibly reach it? Could I even manage to get up from the couch?

I must try.. I just don't want to find out what he wanted to do to me when he came back.. I need to get out.
Why did I agree to come to his house?

If I can't reach it and I end up on the ground.. he's going to kill me or something close to that..
I should just try it.

I roll myself off the couch bumping my legs against the coffee table.
It's doesn't hurt me though.. I'm to focused on my mission now.

I sit up and use the couch to stand up.. what doesn't go as well as expected.
But eventually I'm standing on one of feets.

I hop, what probably looks like a fish on land and make my way over to the box. It's standing on his dining room table so that does make things a bit easier for me.

I push one of the chairs back with my knees and sit down on my knees on top of it. I use my theet to move the box closer to me and take my phone out.

Now all I have to do is call someone but who.. this could get me fired.. but I couldn't call the police because as much as we wanted to.. we couldn't lock Levi up yet.

My best option is to call my dad.. if he even picks up.

Which he doesn't.

So I decide to accept the risk to loose the job and call Rose, using my nose.

To my surprise she answers my call almost immediately.

'Calum! Did he finally leave the house or went in?' Right.. I was supposed to pay attention to his house.
'Rose you need to help me.'
'With what?'
'I'm,' I sigh, 'trapped inside his house.'
'How did you manage that?' She asks.
'I'll explain later, just help me please.'
'I'm on my way.'

And with that my hero is on her way.