The next day, I woke up in his arms. I brushed my teeth with his brush; I had to maintain hygiene after all.
“Buy me things.” I said to him, “I need clothes.”
“I don’t mind you walking naked around the house.”
Talking to him irritated me. He had attitude. He was a bad boy. He smoked weed. He spent nights with different girls. But this attraction towards him that I had developed was irresistible. I walked up to him and pulled his mouth closer to mine. He kissed me back.
“Do you want something from me?” he asked after pulling away, “Name it.”
“Why do you think like that?”
No reply again, he just smirked and looked away. He locked me in the room and went down for breakfast. He brought me cheesy grits with eggs and bacon when he came back. I had them and we went for a shower, an erotic one. I had started to like him already but I still wanted to escape and I had to do that before I got addicted to him. I was afraid he would leave me once he was done.
That morning, the room service visited us. I got another fair chance of running away. He thought I was getting used to being around him; I could take advantage of it. So, while he was on phone with August Alsina, I sneaked out slowly and started towards the elevator with ice stinging in my spine. This time, I got into it and reached the ground floor. I ran past the front desk and reached the door, swung it and felt the cold air blow past me.
It was snowing. I hadn’t been outside for like two days. I started walking, walking in the streets without anything, no money, no parents, no The Weeknd. I couldn’t go back to my parents. I couldn’t wait in another club to get a guy to rape me. I was just walking when something suddenly urged me to go back, go back to him. I could go back to him and tell him I wanted fresh air. It wasn’t too late to convince him. It wasn’t too late to not waste another good opportunity to a good life. I’d already ruined the one through my parents. I couldn’t lose this.
I ran back, I ran again hoping that this would be my last run without looking back.
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Story of My Life
FanfictionI was kidnapped....... This is my story- before everything changed, how it changed, and what now?.... This is the story of Alyssa Marie, daughter of Darren and Mia Strom, who was raised in a conservative family.. (A Weeknd Fanfiction)
