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Heyo so here comes chapter 3. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and followed. I am completely open to criticism and appreciate any ideas you guys might want in the story. Anyways enjoy! :)
I followed Emmett's large strides into a room with high ceilings, big windows, and tasteful furniture. He took a seat in a sleek, black,steel, and leather chair and motioned for me to sit on a spotless suede white couch beside him. I hesitantly sat down and subtly eyed the front door I had passed by on my walk over to what I imagine to be the living room. My red Converse popped in comparison to this room of neutral colors. He kept eyeing me, probably testing if I would run or not. I bet I could outrun him he'd probably end up tripping over his own gigantic feet. Being around him made me feel like an ant. He broke the silence by saying "Are you hungry?" Actually I was starving. Man I could go for some fried chicken and waffles, and then maybe some pancakes on the side with like a plate of eggs and hash browns, and to be healthy have like a fruit salad. But I had LOTS of questions, so my hunger could wait. I had come to the conclusion that he wasn't a crazy mad scientist, but that doesn't all of a sudden turn him into some knight in shining armor. Knights don't tie up people who they just saved. I ignored his question and went straight to the interrogating. "If you claim you don't want me to be hurt then why would you tie me up and stop me from escaping?" His brows furrowed as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation to his completely unreasonable actions."I only stopped you from escaping because I wanted to keep you safe, you weren't thinking right with that weird medicine still in you, and you probably aren't thinking all too clearly right now either. That's why I'm not letting you leave until you can think straight and the medicine is completely worn off. I was just trying to protect you, and as for the tying up part I honestly did it for safety precautions. You were an unknown to me and I didn't know what you were capable of. Though now that I've gotten a taste of your abilities, I feel fine leaving you untied." He said the last part with a laugh, this of course enraged me. There was practically steam shooting out of my head. I swiftly stood up and ripped him a new one. "What the hell does that mean? You think I can't fight? Believe me you psycho I could beat your ass easily. He stood up crossing his arms, literally towering over me with a humorous glint in his eyes. "You really think so? Because earlier your little escape fight didn't seem like much of a fight, more like a flailing little bug." He mimicked me by making high pitched sounds, and waving his hands around. By this point I was ready to break both of his legs and arms all at the same time. I didn't know what to do so I just angrily groaned and curled my fists walking away from him. I hated the fact that I couldn't do a single bit of damage to him, it felt powerless. What the heck makes him so untouchable where even my bone cracking punches don't even phase his bear like stature."Where ya goin hot shot?" He called after me all the while annoyingly giggling. I was pissed off so I turned around ran straight at him and tried to tackle him. It ended up with him on the floor, not because of my attack, but because he seemed to be dying of laughter. God I hope he laughs himself to death, would only serve him right. I rolled my eyes and this time walked away with no intentions of turning around to waste my strength on him again. By now my ribs were really hurting. I had kind of pushed myself too far. I walked back to the path of the staircase, the only other familiar place in this house to me. I decided to explore as I let my pain subside. There was an open hallway to my right and one to my left but the the one on the left was the living room, and there was no way I was going back there, so I proceeded right. I found myself in an absolutely stunning kitchen with granite counter tops, white cabinets, and beautiful glossy hardwood floors. I smiled because where there's a kitchen, there is food. I was wondering why the laughing maniac hadn't come to check up on me but shrugged it off because my stomach was about to eat itself. He probably had laughed himself into oblivion. If I was going to leave this glorious house, I would not leave without its glorious food. I rummaged through the pantry, grabbed a large plastic bag and started shoveling all sorts of food items in. Macaroni and Cheese, Chicken noodle soup, lucky charms cereal, the whole shebang. I saw a bag of giant of giant marshmallows on the top shelf. My eyes widened and I stretched my arm as far as it would go, I even jumped but I wasn't even close to getting those precious gooey balls of heaven. I looked around furrowing my brow and saw a chair close to me. I dragged it over to the pantry stepped up and wa la now I was set to go. As I put the chair back into place a pair of black dress shoes came into my vision. I looked up and my stare met a pair of southern blue eyes, and sandy blonde hair with little tufts of curls on the ends. "Well hello there."