Demons of My Past
Chapter two
I felt trapped. I paced the hotel room. Brandon was taking forever. He was supposed to bring me back today. I paced the room and stopped to look out at the Minneapolis skyline. I heard footsteps, but there was something off about the steps. Just in case I hid below the bed. I heard curses and smiled, I was right—it wasn't Brandon. I stayed where I was. The intruder muttered a curse when his phone rang. I listened to his footsteps as he walked away. I double checked to make sure my phone was on silent and tucked it in my bra. I stayed hidden under the bed. An hour passed and I was almost ready to come out of hiding when I heard footsteps. They sounded liked Brandon's but I wasn't taking any chances.
"God damn please don't tell me they got her" I heard Brandon curse. I lifted the curtain on the bed an inch or two to make sure it was him. It was him. I went out by wall just in case. I slowly stood up in the room. Brandon rushed over to my side and wrapped his arms around me.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. Brandon smiled at me then picked me up. He tossed me on the bed and landed on top of me.
"Later babe" he said leaning over and kissing me. I tried to protest and soon gave up and kissed him back. He laughed and trapped me under him. I tried to wriggle free, but I froze when I heard him groan. As much as I would have loved to keep going we were rudely interrupted. His phone chimed loudly and he cursed. He finished the call as I lay on the bed watching him. The minute the phone clicked shut he was on top of me again. He slowly and thoroughly kissed me. He broke off the kiss and both of us were breathing hard. He was leaning in to kiss me again when the first shot rang out. I screamed and Brandon grabbed my wrist. He pulled me towards the window and looked at me in search of understanding. There was a reason we had a ground floor room.