Chapter 30

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Amara's POV

Day 1

The sun shines through the window and hits my closed eyes. I snuggle into my bed even further when I notice that this isn't my usual blanket. I open my eyes and notice the white walls instead of blue and all of last nights events come back into my mind.

I look over to the clock and see it's 10:23 am. Right on cue, I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say quietly and the door unlocks and Turner walks in.

"Good morning beautiful." I snort at his words. "What?" He looks at me confused.

"There isn't anything 'good' about this morning." I shrug.

He doesn't say anything but comes closer and sits on the bed. "Get ready, we have a whole day ahead of us." He gets up and places a small kiss on top of my head before leaving. I wipe it off as soon as he leaves the room. Cow.

I shower quickly in the ensuite and change into a pair of sweats and white shirt. I put my hair into a messy bun and go downstairs.

The clothes were of the right size and I think Vanessa would have helped him with this. The thought of Vanessa made me angry more than anything. She is a shallow bitch who allowed me to get kidnapped just because she wanted my boyfriend.

Pieces started falling in place, she tried to blame Connor for being C. At the underground fight, she was the one who got sick and had to go home. Then the dress, she lied to me when I asked her about seeing the bag. She's the one who put it on the bed. And at Vincent's birthday? She was the only one who could've sent me the video of me walking in. I shake my head and put her at the back of my mind. Right now I was hungry.

I make my way downstairs and find the kitchen easily.

"You're here!" Turner calls as he turns around from the stove. I could see that the bacon was sizzling. "I made Eggs and Bacon. I know it's your favourite." He was right and I really wanted to eat it but remembered I was kidnapped.

"I'm not in the mood." I shrug and open the fridge and take out an apple.

"But I made this."

"Then you eat it." I walk out of the kitchen and here footsteps behind me.

"Angel! You have to eat more than an apple. You'll get hungry." He was right again.

"I'm on a diet." I was about to walk into my room when I feel him pull me back.

"Bullshit." He whispers and let's go of my arm. I don't say anything and walk into my room. I shut the door and grab my pillow and scream in it.

The door whips open and Turner runs in. "Are you okay?"

"Why are you even here?"

"I saw you scream and I thought you were hurt." He comes closer but I get up.

"What do you mean saw? DO YOU HAVE FUCKING CAMERA'S IN HERE?" I start looking and see the tiniest cameras ever in every corner of the room. "You sick fuck." I spit out.

"It was too make sure I could trust you." He takes a step closer but I stop him.

"Well sorry for not trusting you when I'VE BEEN FUCKING KIDNAPPED!" I yell at him and I could see him getting angry. Suddenly he grabs my neck and pushes me against the wall. He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

"I'm trying really hard to control myself. So I suggest you stop acting like a spoilt brat." He lets go and walks out of the room.

I remember the cameras and take them all out and stomp on them as hard as possible. I hear them shatter under my leg and I scoop up the pieces and flush them down the toilet.

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