I woke up in a dark room. Could everything have been a dream? No, I know it's not. The side of my face where Hunter had hit me was a little sore. Even the bed gave it away. Hunter's bed wasn't this large and it had only two pillows. This was had four and even flannel sheets. I couldn't see the color of them, or anything in the room. Where am I?
Then I remembered: Embry had kidnapped me.
I shot up and saw that in glowing red digital numbers from where I suppose a nightstand was, told me that it was 11 at night. Then I heard a snore. It came from the right side of the bed. I outstretched my arm, but felt nothing. The sleeper must be on the floor.
I made my way to the foot of the bed. Once I felt the edge, I carefully crawled onto the floor. I proceeded to feel my way to a wall, avoiding the snores at the other side of the room. Once I found the wall, I luckily found the door within three seconds. Slowly stood up and found the doorknob. At first, it didn't turn, so I turned the lock on its face and then tried again. The door opened and I slipped out of the room, carefully closing the door shut behind me.
It was still hard to see, but the moonlight coming in through the windows helped me see some items. There were stairs leading down at the end of the hallway. I guess that's where I need to go. I slowly walked over to the stairs. The floorboards creaked when I set foot on the first step. I held my breath and listened. Embry continued snoring. I inched my way downstairs, probably taking ten minutes just to get down fourteen steps.
Once I was downstairs, I made my way over to where I think I saw a door. The first two doors I tried turned out to be a closet and a pantry. Then I reached a locked door. I turned both locks and undid the chain. I opened it and was greeted by the fresh scent of outside and rain. Of course a downpour just happened to start when I was going to make my escape.
"Margo?" I faintly heard Embry ask. His voice sounded tired. Maybe he was just talking in his sleep. I heard the upstairs floorboards creak and then Embry yelled "Margo! Where are you?"
I dashed outside, leaving the front door open. I didn't know where I was going or why I thought I could outrun a werewolf, but I ran regardless. I ran into the forest, my arms out in front of me. I hope to God I don't run into a tree and get knocked out. How embarrassing would that be?
"Margo!" I heard from not too far behind me. "Please! Just let me explain!"
I continued running and then I heard the sound of paws coming after me. I glance back and saw the gray wolf coming after me at an alarming speed.
I screamed and lost my balance. I stumbled and fell on the wet ground below. Embry reached me and stood directly above me.
"Please don't hurt me!" I begged, tears starting to fall from my eyes.
Embry whimpered and gently took my jacket into his mouth. Then in swift movement, he swung his head so that I was flung onto his back. It didn't hurt at all and I was greeted by very soft fur. I would've screamed or tried to jump off, but something told me to remain still. It was probably my instincts. I mean, I was on top of a giant wolf that could easily eat me if it got hungry.
Embry began to walk back to what I assume was his house. I rested my head on my arm and felt his back muscles shift as he carried me. When we reached the still-open front door, Embry phased back into human form and grabbed a hold of my legs, giving me a piggy-back ride. He carried me inside -shut and locked the door-, carried me upstairs, and set me down in the bedroom. He then turned on the light.
The bedroom was rather boring. There was a big bed with navy blue sheets, a wooden dresser, and a small TV. Embry must be a little short on money, or very modest. He walked over to the dresser and grabbed some boxers and slipped them one. Embry was pretty built. His muscles were way more defined than Hunter's and his cropped hair made him look a lot manlier I thought.
He continued to go through his dresser until he pulled out some basketball shorts and a red t-shirt. He put them on the bed. "I thought you might wanna change out of your wet clothes," he muttered as he left the room.
I locked the door and stripped my waterlogged outfit. I put on the clothes Embry had given me, finding that they were too big, of course. The shirt covered up half of my thighs and I had to use the string in the basketball shorts to tighten them so they wouldn't fall. I unlocked the door and sat down on the bed.
I laid back under the covers and got under the covers. Sure I'm in my kidnapper's house, but I'm still tired. I closed my eyes and after a while, Embry came back in. I fell asleep to the sound of him crying.
EPOV
She hates me. My Margo hates me.
I had woken up at the sound of the door squeaking open. Thanks to this whole being a werewolf thing, my senses were a lot sharper. The door squeaked and the rain became a little clearer and easier to hear. I tiredly lifted my head from my pillow and smiled a little bit. Margo's scent engulfed the room. She wore a light perfume that smelt exactly like fresh pineapple.
"Margo?" I asked. I wanted to make sure she was still asleep and that the sound of the door hadn't woken her up too. It was most likely Sam or Emily. I had given them a house key just in case they needed something.
I got up to go see what they wanted. I looked at the empty bed. "Margo!" I yelled. I flung off the blanket and even checked under the mattress. "Where are you?"
I heard foot steps dash outside. It was Margo who had opened the door! She was trying to leave me to go back to Hunter! He'd surely kill her when she returned without his clothes. I had sent Jared to the Old Navy to retrieve Margo's purse, but I told him to leave the clothes and the keys for Hunter's truck, just as something to make me feel better.
I quickly ran downstairs, literally jumping most of them. I made it to the doorway to see my angel run into the tree line. No! What if she fell of what if a bloodsucker got her? I shook that last possibility from my mind. If there was a bloodsucker nearby, I'd smell it.
I took off after Margo, easily gaining on her. She usually ran slow, and she was barefoot. I hope she didn't step on anything sharp. I scanned the ground around us and saw that the worst thing was a splinter. But what if it became infected? Damn! This whole imprinting thing is turning me into a wuss.
"Margo!" I yelled. "Please! Just let me explain!" I hope that she'd listen and stop. She can't leave now! She doesn't even know about imprinted. Once I told her, she'd fall in love with me. I'd make sure of it.
I phased into my wolf form to catch up to her quicker.
Embry? Quil thought. Sam told us you weren't doing patrol this whole week, lucky.
My imprint's running away from me. I have to catch her!
Isn't that being a little too possessive?
Her asshole boyfriend beats her! I thought about asking Quil what do if Claire was in the same position, but decided against it. However, the whole hearing each others' thoughts betrayed me.
Quil growled a little. I guess you're right. Good luck.
Margo continued running, then she tripped and fell hard on the ground.
No! What if she broke something! I sprinted over to her, making it under three seconds. I stood over her ready to pick her up.
My sweetheart was crying and holding her hands up. "Please don't hurt me!" she begged.
I whimpered. She's my whole world! How could she think that I would ever want to hurt her?
You totally kidnapped her and chased her down in your wolf-form, Leah snorted.
I ignored her and gently took Margo's yellow jacket in my mouth. She used Tide with Febreeze to wash her clothes. I then swung my head so that she was flung onto my back. I didn't hear any indication that I'd physically hurt her, so that made me smile a little bit.
I began walking slowly back to the house. Margo didn't move or say anything. She was most likely in shock. Hopefully I can carry her again when she loves me. She felt weightless and it gave me an odd since of pride; I don't know why. Once we reached the doorway, I phased back into my human-form, but kept Margo on my back. I walked inside and did all the locks on the door. I proceeded upstairs. Margo hadn't said anything about me being naked. I knew that she minded, but at least she kept quiet about it. That made me happy and a little sad. She should feel comfortable to tell me anything.
Once we were inside the bedroom, I gently set her down on turned on the light. I made my way over to my dresser and pulled on some boxers. I then grabbed some of my tighter clothes for Margo, which I set on the bed.
"I thought you might wanna change out of your wet clothes," I mumbled. Margo's clothes were sopping wet and there was a big mud stain on her jacket from when she fell.
I left the room and she locked the door behind me. I almost lost it, screamed at her for locking me out, but I stopped myself. I felt guilty about that violent thought. Margo has a right to her privacy, even if it means she might keep things from me. It's all good… I stifled a growl.
I listened as she took off her clothes. The sound the wet fabric made as it rolled of her pale skin. The sloshing of the shirt as it hit the floor. I imagined what she looked like now. I heard her take off her pants. Her panties must've been dry since she left those on, but she took off her bra. God, if she let me hold her tonight, my life would be completely. I let out a low moan as I imagined her naked form resting in my arms. She's rest her head on my chest and I'd smell her hair all night and trace little circles on her back.
Margo pulled on my shirt and basketball shorts. She was wrapped in clothes which I assumed were second best to my arms. At least she'd have to think of me when she looked at them, right?
Margo unlocked the door.
My heart soared and almost burst out of my chest. She trusted me enough to let me in the room! That or she felt like she had no choice. I frowned at that second possibility. No, she wants me in there with her. She wants to feel my arms around her, fell my breath on her neck, feel my hands on her body, my tongue in her mouth…me inside of her.
I fast walked into the bathroom. I quietly closed the door to take a cold shower. I took off my boxers and jumped in. Normally cold showers do the trick right? But I couldn't help but think of Margo in my house alone with me. We were the only people in here. I could do anything to her and no one would know any different.
The cold water wasn't killing the erection I have, so I turned the water to almost hot. Margo, Margo, Margo, Margo… I exploded and finished my shower. That was first time I've ever masturbated to an actual person I knew. Usually, I look in those girly magazines that Leah sold at the store. I can't believe that Margo has this power over me. I could only think about her. I tried to think of some hot celebrity like Megan Fox, but it didn't feel the same. She was only pretty to me now, whereas Margo was beautiful, extravagant, sexy, seductive…
After I was done with my shower, I dried myself off and put back on my boxers. I brushed my teeth which was kind of odd for me to do. Usually I skipped doing that at night, but now that I wasn't technically a bachelor anymore, I saw it as my duty to keep up my appearance and health. Whatever made Margo happy. I then shaved off the stubble I had around my chin. I should've done that in the morning, but I had to look attractive to my angel. What if she found stubble sexy? I panicked and then realized that she'd most likely be asleep, so I decided I'd ask her later when I made breakfast for her.
I already had the whole day planned for us tomorrow. I'd sneak downstairs at seven and make her waffles. Then I'd bring it up to her and let her have breakfast in bed. Then she'd take a shower (with me listening, most likely) and then she'd get dressed. I'd then tell her all about imprinting and she'll be fine with it, ecstatic even. I'll convince her to dump Hunter and be my girl; then she'd let me be the father to her baby. At noon, we'd go see Emily and Sam. Margo will get along with all the other girls and they'll all love her. They have to. Afterwards, I'll take her back here and we'll cuddle on the couch while we watch a scary movie. I figure I'll put in The Exorcist. It's supposed to be really scary, but I've seen it a dozen times, so I'll look brave in front of Margo. She'll get scared and grab a hold of me. She'll even ask me to sleep in the bed with her. I'll ask if she's sure and she'll say yes. I'll crawl in and wrap my arms around her and we'll both dream of each other.
I walked back into the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Margo was already under the covers sleeping. I went over to my spot on the floor.
What if Margo doesn't like the breakfast I make for her? What if imprinting scares her and she wants to still be with Hunter? What if she runs from me again and I can't catch her? What if she never loves me?
I lost my control and broke out into muffled sobs. The thought of Margo leaving me tore me down. I know that her happiness should be my number one priority, but I need her to live with me. Even if she secretly hates me, it doesn't matter as long as she lives in my house with me and lets me love her and hold her. I know it's wrong to keep her here and forbid her from seeing the one she loves, but he's wrong for her!
Hunter's a jerk, he's abusive, he's…not me! Could that be the real reason I held Margo hostage here? Yeah, I'm just jealous that she loves Hunter more than me. Hopefully she gets Stockholm Syndrome. I hope that doesn't make me the worst imprinter ever.
No! It doesn't! Sam mauled his! Quil's borderline pedophile! Jacob loves a bloodsucker! Paul's a jerk and it's a matter of time before he hurts Rachel! Kim's a loser ad Jared got stuck with her! Seth hasn't done it yet, but I know whoever he does imprint on will have him whipped. And Leah's a bitch; her imprint would have a hard time loving her back.
I dried my tears and carefully crawled onto the foot of the bed. Margo didn't wake up. I inched my way up, trying not to shift the bed underneath my weight. Margo remained asleep, even as I rested my head on the same pillow she was using. I quietly sang Ke$ha's Stephen, but replaced Stephen with Margo.
"You're my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession. I wanna keep you as my pet to play with and hide under my bed. Forever."
I fell asleep, listening to Margo's beating heart, desperately wishing that it beat for me. Mine beat for her.
