But I can't-I can't look at him without feeling like I want to hold him. I look away as my lips quiver, feeling as if I'll break. His lips are upturned into a playfully wicked smirk. "What? Not happy to see me, my love?" His words are smooth, slipping out carelessly. But nothing like this, this is painful to even bear but I'm melting like butter in his hands anyways. Maybe at a library? At a mall? At work? Coffee shop? Where we would sit and catch up until it was time to leave. I've imagined our reunion multiple times, each time was a sweet run-in. I try to shrug him off, my hands on his chest, pushing with all my strength but in reality, I'm putty in his grasp. As our bodies pressed close together, he leans in to rest his forehead on mine, our noses brushing past each other. The aggressive action has quickly turned into an intimate one. He pushes me further against the glass in one swift motion. The little self-defense I was taught can't help me in the slightest. Though the expression was quick to fade, I saw a look of displeasure on his face. He slowly raises up his hand to cup my cheek, gently brushing away the remaining tears. I quickly stand up, leaning against the cold glass of the window in fear of what he might do. He takes slow steps toward me and I'm finally able to see him in full light. Is he back to the Alejandro from years ago? He chuckles softly, "You can call me by my name at home." He looks just as handsome as ever, if not more. He's still in his dark hoodie and sweats. He stood against my door frame with his arms crossed against his chest. My room and the hallway were dark but the city lights were bright enough to illuminate Alejandro's frame enough. "What are you doing here?" That was a stupid question. "There's nothing you can do, my love," a voice from the doorway makes her jump.Ī note of advice, for everyone's good, do not disobey Boss' orders, neither should you stray from his rules. I cried and stopped and cried the cycle kept repeating until my body couldn't take it any longer. The sky darkens, as I looked out the window for God knows how many hours. The world around me is blurring, just as the sun is setting and every bit of my strength going down along with the sun. It was as if all the anxiety and pain I was holding in since this whole chaos started is now being released out of me. I have never cried this hard, and neither has my heart hurt this much. My hysterical crying and screaming sobs terrified even me. every atom and nerve in my body screamed in unison, traumatized by the idea that I'll be trapped here forever with someone who'll abuse my body and soul. I'm so weak, so powerless, such a coward. I can't rush back to my parents or Yasmeen. I step out with my towel wrapped in my hair to take a seat in front of the window and this is when everything finally hits me.Īs I look over at the city, the cluster of cars and people rushing to get to where they need to be, my heart clenches that I don't have that freedom anymore. "Your body for a peaceful life for your family." The line sends shudders through me. I smell lavender because that was the only scented hair and body product provided. The luxury never stops but then again, I am in a penthouse in the most expensive district of New York City. Once I find the bathroom, I'm taken back again. I quickly grab a set that's the least flashy and run off to find the bathroom. there are some sets in here that are extremely seductive. That's when I find that drawer full of questionable clothes. I grab the black silk pajamas from the drawers dedicated strictly for pajamas. But no matter, I should be grateful that I'm not stuck in a dark, windowless room with no food or water. I find the large walk-in closet, which, as Frank said, is filled with clothes that are my size and everything. I decide a shower should make everything a bit more bearable. See ya around," he leaves quickly without waving or giving me a chance to say anything. He stated them as a threat and nothing more. There wasn't a single hint of comfort in those words. And I mean it when I say that this is for everyone's good." "Boss will have a set of separate rules for you, he will explain on his own time." Suddenly, Frank's expression darkens, "A note of advice, for everyone's good, do not disobey Boss' orders, neither should you stray from his rules. There's food in the fridge or call the front desk if you need anything specific."Ĭlothes? Food? What exactly is Alejandro thinking? That he can buy me? If he keeps this up, he might, the humorous side of my brain tries to cope with the messed-up situation. "Boss had someone fill up the closet for ya. let me tell you, if someone shot me right this very second in front of this window, I'd die a happy death. The theme of the room is dark tones, but the view. "Frank, are you sure about this?" I can't close my mouth.
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