Distraction [z.m]

3

Two weeks later

I was absolutely miserable here, and escaping wasn't much of an option in my situation.

He's threatened me, and if he ever did the things he said he would do if I escaped, I might as well just stay with him.

He'd kill a member of my family each time I tried to escape, and that's not something I'm willing to do.

The door swung open, and Zayn's brown eyes met with mine. I was disgusted, I was scared, too. Scared of what he could do. Not only to me, but to my family.

"Why do you choose to stay in here?" His accent echoed, "I've given you the option of anywhere in the house. Why this room?" He looked around the small, plain looking room.

"It's the farthest room from yours." I gritted my teeth, lying my back against the wall.

No reply.

"There's a shower down the hall on your left." he laid a towel on the dresser and shut the door.

"Why are you trying to be nice right now? Do you expect me to warm right up to you and become your best friend? I don't even know you." I yelled.

"Look. I don't want to be friends here. I just want to protect you. You should thank me, everyone else wants to kill you." He shut the door, leaving me standing there, shocked.

I'm so terrified and pissed off. How dare he threaten me and my family. But I'm so scared to leave. Like he said, they all want me dead. Hell, they'll probably kill me in my sleep tonight.