Enticing Charm

I wake up not even remembering that I had fallen asleep. I think this is what a hang over would feel like, not that I have ever had one though...

With a groan I open my eyes to the room I'm in... the details of last night begin to be placed together. I look around my surroundings.

The walls are very light blue, the carpet a dark soft blue, its fluffy and pretty. Whats with the blue!? The bed I'm on is a queen sized bed with wait for it... blue bottom sheet and top sheet, light like the walls. An old patch work quilt is wrapped around my body. Laying on the bed, the left side of the bed and the top of it are shoved next to the wall, the head of the bed being the one the door is on. Sitting up there are two doors in the room. The second on the wall the foot of the bed is on, presumably a bathroom. A night stand sits to my right when laying down, a small tan dresser sits across from the second door. Nothing lines the walls.

I wipe my eyes and peel the blanket off of me, taking note of the one window in the dimly lit room. Its all the way to the ceiling and is longer than it is wide. And way above my head unless I stand on the bed.

Green eyes appear in my head. As well as duct tape and marble pillars.

I've been kidnapped.

And now I'm in the same house.

Getting up, I run to the plain door and grab the handle.

Locked from the outside.

No No No No NO NO NO!

Hysteria and anxiety wash over me, they won't kill me, they're going to keep me in here.

Keep me in here?! As in lock me up forever!? This can't be happening, it just can't be. How long could they trap an alive girl in a room? Will they starve me? Beat me? Rape me...

Niall's pretty and worried eyes come to mind.

I have to get out. I have to get some answers and get the hell out of here.

I start pounding on the door, like slamming my hands on the wood and and punching while I kick it and scream.

"LET ME OUT!" I put my head to the door to listen when I hear a pair of footsteps slap down the hall outside my room. Anger is replaced by fear and I get up and fly back to the bed, kneeling on it I clutch the quilt to my chest, now taking in the pain in my hands from abusing the wood.

I hear a series of locks and chains and then the door opens revealing the green eyed boy who carried me over his shoulder.

He glares at me and comes in, closing the door behind me before putting a tray of something on the night stand with a clank.

He stops and looks at me as I take in his appearance one more time.

His muscles are obvious, his stature tall and he is extremely intimidating with the piercings and tattoos. His eyes flicker down to my chest..? And then trail back to my face. Wetting his lips his hands go to my probably bleeding knuckles.

We just stand there, staring at each other. Him glaring and me, attempting to look as brave as possible. This is weird.

"Stop pounding on the fucking door." He snaps, his tone thick with venom. And with out another sound he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him, the rattle of chains and locks happen before .

I take note, food delivering, green eyed, meanie, hates me.

Fantastic.

I get up and make my way to the tray, it has a bowl of Frosted Flakes in milk with a cup of orange juice. But I'm not hungry, I'm to upset to eat...

I make my way to the second door and open it. There's a small mirror a toilet and a shower, white walls and white squared tiled floor. My eyes find the way to the mirror. Good god.

My face is deathly pale and I have black circles under my eyes. My skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat and my clothes are sticking to me. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep....

Leaving the bathroom, I ignore the tray of food and go to the dresser. Opening the top drawer I find my clothes shoved in to balls. MY clothes...

They were in my house......

Falling to my knees again I can't help but let out a scream, my parents weren't home, but what if they had been? What if Niall had been!? Suddenly I feel like throwing up again... this can't be happening, I t just can't be.

But it is and it's your fault if they get hurt.

My subconscious rages one me and shes... will I'm... right. It is.

I frown down at my rumpled clothes, I wonder if green eyes did this or if someone else did....

Taking everything out of the six drawers I start folding. I have bad OCD and even if someone rescues me tomorrow, it'll still bug me.

I blush like crazy when my hands find a plain black bra... they wen't through my underwear drawer too. Not that I'm not appreciative, I'm just embarrassed. No ones seen them... And I do mean nobody. On or off.

I spend a few hours doing my clothes.

Maybe because the urge to or the distraction; I'm not sure but I do it regardless. Once finished I go and sit on the bed, my bloody hands wringing themselves.

What now?

I sit there for a little while more, fighting the urge to cry and bang on the door. Green eye's words fresh in my mind. I don't think anyone has every talked to me like that.

Then the footsteps come down the hallway, adrenaline pumps through me. What if its not green eyes? What if its someone else? Someone mean... and scary. Not that the green eyed, food deliverer wasn't. Locks are unlocked and chains removed, the door swings open and green eyes appears.

I let out a huge breath, glad it was him. Not that I really wanted him here, he was very unpleasant. He has his usual scowl on and he storms in, shutting the door behind him..

Stopping in front of the tray of food he glares at me and then the food again, "Why didn't you eat any of this shit?" He snaps. I'm taken back by his tone so I find myself at a loss for words and my pulse quicken. "Answer me!" He voice demands. I furrow my brows and look at the floor. Why is he being like this? What did I do? He's the one who kidnapped me?"

"I wasn't hungry..." I mumble, my voice is soft and I'm sure he didn't hear me.

"Whatever." he says rudely, taking the tray he slams the door behind hi on his way out. Making me jump at the loud noise.

I'm left alone again.

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