Hostage.

Chapter Five.

I sat on the edge of his bed feeling the anxiety building up the longer he left it, I really didn't know what I was in for but something gave me the feeling it wasn't good. I heard footsteps up the wooden staircase, slowly, I knew he was playing on this. I couldn't help the panic, I began to pull at the sleeves of his robe that swamped me. I heard the door open slowly but I was far too scared to look up, each step seemed to take forever until I saw his shoes right in front of me. My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to stop shaking.

"I'm going to teach you something Elizabeth" He said jangling something in his hands, I looked up to see a set of keys, what was about to happen, I noticed he kept the bedroom door open and that's the only time I noticed a door opposite, whilst I wasn't looking in his direction he grabbed my upper arm and shoved me into the room that was dimly lit by a single window. I looked around before looking back at him, I could feel the tears run.

"Please-" I begged but he cut me off.

"Until you learn to not question me or talk back, this is where you will be staying" I felt my heart break into a million pieces, he doesn't want to love me, he wants to own me.

"Please Rocco-" I grabbed his hand but was met with his other one sharply hitting my cheek. I gasped falling backwards, his eyes held guilt but for only a second before he shut the door locking it behind him. I let out a sob as I fell to my knees, he was so good at hiding this side of him, how did I not see this coming?

I sat there in silence, I couldn't sleep, I didn't feel safe enough too. Every bang or loud noise shook me to the core, I didn't know what was going on outside of this room. I covered my ears as the tears flowed once more. I needed to learn to stop crying, the weaker he thinks I am the more he will do this to me. I had to be more like Remmie, strong and not take shit from no one. If I wanted to feel this used and controlled I'd become a slave, but I'm not, I'm just a girl who wants love.

I stayed awake till the sun came up still waiting for that door to open, I had stopped crying or even caring hours ago. Everyone started to move around again so I knew they were all awake, but something was telling me I wasn't going to be let out anytime soon. I stayed silent as I began picking at my lips, all I had to do was not give a reaction.

Finally after a few more hours the door opened to reveal Rocco standing shirtless in grey joggers making it a lot harder not to react. I got up and walked out shoving past him making him growl in return. I rolled my eyes at him and kept walking to his room, I stripped off his top throwing it into his washing basket before grabbing my clothes of his chest of drawers and began to get dressed.

"Hey-" I heard his voice but chose to ignore it until he snatched my top out of my hands. "What do you think you are doing?" He asked with a sense of danger in his tone.

"Going home, what does it look like?" I asked sarcastically trying to reach for my top but he wouldn't give it back. "Fine" I said with a sweet smile and turned to head out of the house but he automatically grabbed my arm yanking me back.

"Do you have a death wish or summin'?" He spat slamming his door behind me. "NO other man gets to see you like this" I snickered at his comment.

"Too late" I scoffed copying his comment from before which earnt me a mighty slap. I looked him dead in the eyes with the best glare I could whilst trying to act though the hit didn't bother me, but my face was burning. He pulled the keys out of his pocket again and this time my face dropped. I literally just got out.

"You're right, you used piece of shit" He said with a smirk as he grabbed my upper arm once again, but much more harshly my top half still only covered by a bra. He began to drag me to the room again but this time he threw me onto the floor, I quickly began to move back as he followed me in there this time, I felt a stamp on my hand as I bit my lip trying not to scream, he could only smirk. I looked up at him one last time, holding back the tears and begs to not do this again before he closed the door, only then did I let the tears flow once again.