CHAPTER 4
Bella's p.o.v
Light filtered through my eyelids as I slowly started to wake up. Funny, I don't remember getting home or getting ready for bed, let alone going to bed. I certainly don't remember my bed being this soft and warm. Sighing I cuddle deeper into the soft heat.
I could hear footsteps moving around loudly in my room. Lucas must be up. For the millionth time in my life, I wish my little brother would for once, just sleep in.
"Lucas, come on baby, Give me five more minutes." I moan out, still cocooned under the blankets. Instead of my baby brother's sweet voice responding, a loud growl echoed through the room and my eyes snap open. I fling back the covers, and jump to stand in the middle of the bed, scanning the room. Definitely not my bedroom at all. Where am I? Then I look over and see that Samuel guy from the club. Everything floods back to me as memories flash behind my eyes.
I was kidnapped.
I was kidnapped by that Samuel guy.
I quickly take in my surroundings again, this time really checking. The room was really bright. To bright for it to be an artificial source. Still standing in the middle of the huge bed, I turned around to face the headboard, the light was coming from 2 floor-to-ceiling walls of glass. The wall behind the bed and the wall to my right side, though if you were laying the right way in bed it would be on your left side. I noticed that the glass wall to my right had a sliding door with a balcony. Plan forming immediately in mind, I turn counter clockwise and find a door but couldn't tell what was behind it then turn once more and stare at the face of my kidnapper.
Samuel was standing a little to the right side of the what I assumed was the bedroom door which was on the other side of the bed and farthest from the sliding glass door. I smirk. Definitely planning to my escape. I scanned Samuel. He was wearing some loose sweatpants, they hung low on his hips and wore no shirt. I notice his strong Happy V-line on full display. I could feel my blood pressures rise and start to space out fantasizing about those defined lines, Shaking my head I try to refocus on the matter at hand. I look up straight into his eyes. They were black and full of anger.
"Who is Lucas?" He demands. Voice deep and full of authority. He stands with his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was also slightly shaking. Not gonna lie, it was freaking me out. I was scared. On the bright side, he didn't know any of my personal information, like my name, where i lived or new about LuLu and Thank Christ I didn't tell him anything last night after all, I was seriously on the verge of spilling it.
"That's none of your business." Answering his question by not actually answering it. I didn't want to drag my baby brother in to this mess. I'll be damned if my little man got dragged into this shit. I'd rather die than have some crazy fucker touch Lucas. I cross my arms, walk up to him, standing on the edge of the bed and looked down straight into his eyes, challenging him.
An feral growl tore from his lips and he shakes with anger. I thought he was going to grab me but instead he turns around and punches the dresser directly behind him. I couldn't help but scream or the way my body's jerks down on instinct to move and protect it self. I ended up falling off the bed and getting tangled around the sheets. Angry tears streamed down my face.
Once I got my legs free, he had already walked out and slammed the door in his wake. I could hear him slamming and breaking shit outside. Standing for a few beats, shocked that a grown man was throwing a tantrum, then I ran over to the door and press my ear to it. I could hear him arguing with someone. Fuck cant leave this way. I turn back around facing the bed and my eyes catch the sliding glass window once more. I run as quietly as I can to it, heart thumping out of my chest I wrench it open, breath catching momentarily from the loud metal scraping sound. The door definitely wasn't well maintained. I pause and look back at the bedroom door, holding my breath and waited for someone to come running through. When nothing happened I quickly run outside on the balcony.
Fuck my life!
I was at least 4 stories up and was way out in the countryside. Miles and miles of Forests surrounded the house. Meaning I' could die in three ways. Either here in this house by the hands of this crazy fucker Samuel, Die from the fall of trying to escape and jump off this damn balcony or from exposure out in the forest surrounded by the elements. What was I thinking? Shit, gotta come up with something else.
Feeling defeated, I let out a sigh, Plopping down in one of the lounge chairs and rest my head in both hands, willing my panic attack to go away. I take deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth.
Think Bella, Think. There has to be someway to get outta here. Focused on my escape, I didn't notice the man that appeared behind me. He cleared his throat in way of alerting me to his presence.
Starting, I shoot up off the chair and spin around to stare at him. He stands in the middle of the sliding glass door with a small smile, he was holding a tray of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other waving it in greeting.
For a moment I thought about attacking him, kicking his balls while grabbing the bottle of water and risking the 4 story fall and take a run through the woods. But decided to play my cards and see what happens next. I ignore him and walk over to the glass railing, turning around I lean against the glass, resting my elbows on the railing and staring him over but don't make eye contact.
"I've brought you some lunch. Turkey and cheddar sandwich with fruit and chips." He slowly stepped out onto the balcony, holding the tray out to me as if I were a wounded animal,
I sneered. "Im allergic." My voice emotionless. I didn't move to take the tray, just stared at him.
His face scrunched in confusion. "To turkey or cheese?"
"Yep." Not being decisive. I actually didn't have any known allergies so to speak of, but I wasn't about to eat anything they give me that's for sure. I've seen enough movies to know that that was the first mistake.
"Hm, ok. Well how about a peanut butter and jell?" He suggests, scratching the back of his neck.
"Allergic."
"Fried Bologna?"
"Allergic."
"Fried egg sandwich?"
"Allergic."
He rolls his eyes and tilts his head back groaning out in frustration. He gave me a heated glare, but took the tray and stomped back inside the bedroom and then out through the bedroom door.
I let out a breath through my nose and turned back to gaze over the forest, my mind wondering to my baby brother, questioning if Lucas was doing ok or not.
I hadn't talked to him in over 14 hours. He and Angela are probably worried sick, most likely, They've already tried calling me multiple times and text me up the ass.
I shoot off the bed with a flighting thought.
WAIT!. . . MY PHONE!
My breath hitched in excitement as I started for the sliding glass door, wanting to look for my cell and the money and hoping it was in the room I woke up in.. Last time I remember, I'd stuck everything in my hoodie pocket, which I wasn't wearing anymore. I paused, only now taking notice of for a second to look down at what I was wearing.
Someone had changed me while I was unconscious! Goosebumps broke out over my body at the thought of creepy kidnapper hands grabbing and looking at my personal self. A full body, to the bone earth shattering quake ran through me.
I was in a really big, baggy gray T'shirt. The bottom hem reached me mid thigh. Another disgusted shiver wrapped itself around me. Someone had removed my sweatshirt, leggings, dance costume and underwear then proceeded to dress me and lay me in a bed. After going through every drawer, cupboard and door I couldn't find my original clothes, money or phone. That Samuel guy must have took all my things on me and locked them up so I couldn't call for help.
I walk back over to the bed, slowly surveying the room again. It really upset me how much I liked it. I should hate the room my kidnapper locked me in, but instead I was imagining myself living in it. I jump when the bedroom door is flung open, revealing a very agitated Samuel holding the same tray of food the guy before had offered me. He steps in carefully, and on instinct, I backed up until my knees hit the bed.
"Kitten, you really should eat. Its been awhile since you last ate, please." Samuel says gently. He sets the tray on the bed next to me, I look down at it. My mouth watering but ignoring my bodies need for sustenance and look back up at him.
"I'm allergic." I shrug, scooting away and towards the balcony again. The room was making me feel stuffy. I needed air.
"You don't even know what I have brought you." His tone tight and annoyed. I just shrug.
He was in front of me holding half a sandwich shoving it in front of my face so fast I stumbled back. How on earth did he move so fast and be that quiet.
"I think your lying. Eat, Kitten. Please." The begging in his voice was starting to tug on my heart, but he doesn't know just how stubborn I can be.
"I guess there is only one way to settle this," I say taking the sandwich from his hands. "When I swell up and die from asphyxiation it will be on your hands." I say, ton bored and nonchalant. I know I was being extremely over dramatic, but at this point I didn't really care. They kidnapped me, they didn't know if I have allergies or had a medical condition that needed medication every day. I go to take a bite, but Samuels hand reaches out and in one flash movement snatches the sandwich out of my hands, throwing it, it landed with a loud "thwamp" against the glass wall.
He was breathing hard, hands rising to his face, he scrubs it hard then runs his fingers through his hair and down to scratch his neck, groaning rather loudly.
"Kitten," He began, his head still tilted back but opened one eye to stare at me.
"Please just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone!" I cut him off with fast pleading words. He shakes his head slowly, while heaving a sigh.
"What's your real name, Kitten?" I snort rather loudly. Like fucking hell I'd just tell him my real name. Please, I'm not an imbecile.
"Please let me go, Lucas Ne-"
"Who is Lucas!?" His eyes went from there beautiful chocolate brown to that weird black with gold starburst ring. I gasp, fear causing my eyes to grow wide. I hadn't meant to mention Lucas again, it just slipped out. Why did he want to know who Lucas was so badly? I looked at the ground shaking my head. He turned on his heel, Ripped the door open and slammed it shut behind him. Luck may be on my side yet. In his haste to leave he had slammed the door to the point of damaging it. The door It did not close right anymore. He didn't notice, but I sure as hell did.
An Evil Smirk growing over my face.