junior year

eight

The third time around, I decide that there's no use trying to escape; I needed to thoroughly figure out a plan, and anyways once Monday rolled around, I would make sure to let my parents and the school boards know about every single thing I had encountered.

I wake up in the same room, though. This time when I try to open the door, it's locked. I sigh in defeat and slide down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. I think back to the last time I spoke with Harry.

Is he wondering where I am? We had plans this weekend...

Tears began to build up in my eyes and I didn't stop them from falling down my face.

God, I missed them all. My family, Sydney and my friends, Harry...

I looked up suddenly as I heard the click of a lock. The door opened and Mr. Kenton stood on the other side.

"You're awake, finally; I trust you won't do anything you shouldn't."

I stay silent, staring at the winter white carpet below me that comes out blurry behind my tears.

"Luna, you have to answer me."

I shoot my head up, glaring at him. At this point I don't care about laying low; I'm just so damn mad at him.

"Why should I? You kidnapped me! You're insane!"

Fresh tears begin to fall from my eyes and at this point I break down into sobs. Mr.Kenton kneels down in front of me, removing my hands from my face. I don't bother to swat him away; I just want to cry.

"All of this could have been prevented if you weren't so stubborn."

"Leave me alone."

He lets go of my hands, but not before he brushes his finger over my lips, leaving a chill to sweep over me. He walks out the door, making sure to lock it.

When he leaves, I stay in my position and slowly cry myself to sleep.

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I wake to not the blinding sun but the same room, this time darker. I don't know what time it is, so I search around for a clock. I spot one on the dresser and it reads 5:32 am. My hand brushes over a pillow and a realize that I'm no longer on the floor. He probably moved me to the bed. I shudder at the thought. But as I compensate this, I realize that he's probably asleep. And it's almost pitch black in here, so I doubt he'd hear me leave if I moved quietly.

I slowly emerge from the bed, my feet lightly touching the carpet. I tiptoe out the room, very carefully closing the door behind me. I step toward the door, a surge of hope going through me. This would finally all be over.

My positive thoughts are interrupted when a hand grabs my wrist, causing me to stumble backward.

Shit.

I turn around to face him. His expression is tired and grim but also amused under the dark lighting.

"I though you'd learned your lesson."

I pulled back. "What do want from me? And I mean really. School is on Monday, you really think you can pull this off?"

His expression stays the same. "Everything will go the way I plan."

"You're a creep." I shake my head, stalking back to the room.

He pulls me back again, this time, a darkness in his eyes. He presses his lips against mine, and I push him back, shocked.

"What don't you understand? I. don't. want. you."

"Well that's too bad Luna; because you will, whether you like it or not. I rely on your fear."