She was standing by the window in her room the next morning, watching how the guests took off one by one. Her original plan had been to blend in with them and disappear alongside of them but she was afraid someone might notice the two stitches in her hand and ask about it and she really didn't want to try and lie her way out of it.
As the last car drove away, she walked away from the window. She grabbed her bag and walked downstairs.
"You can't leave," Seth's voice sounded from the kitchen.
She turned around and looked at him as he came walking out of the kitchen.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Roman and Dean took off. Apparently you did a good job convincing Dean yesterday about believing you so they went to the bar to get the footage from the surveillance camera. Roman told me to keep you here till they get back," he answered.
"We had a deal," she said.
"Deal's off," he said and smirked.
"Fine," she said.
She dropped the bag on the floor, went to the front door and opened it. She walked outside and he followed her. She went down to the gate and sat down in front of it just looking through the bars.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm gonna sit here and wait for them to come back. Or am I not even allowed to be in the garden?" She asked.
"You're allowed," he answered.
"Fine. Please leave me be then. I really don't wanna see you right now," she said.
"Fine, I'll go make some coffee then," he said.
"You do that," she said.
She heard him walk away and inside the house. She looked over her shoulder. He had left the front door open. She watched him disappear out of the hallway and towards the kitchen. She knew she had to be fast. She got to her feet and started climbing the gate. It was hard with a hurting hand but she refused to give up.
"What the hell are you doing?" She heard him yell.
He came running out of the house and towards the gate. He jumped on it and climbed fast. He grabbed her leg and started pulling her down. She slipped and slid down a bit while letting out a scared scream. She was far enough down for him to reach her from the ground now so he got off the fence to keep his balance. He leaned his back against the fence and reached up to grab her thighs. He pulled her down on his shoulders as if he was about to powerbomb her. She got scared and tried to wriggle her way out of his grib. He went to his knees before dropping her on the ground.
"You asshole!" She yelled as she got to her feet.
He got to his feet as well. He grabbed her arm in a tight grip and started pulling her towards the house. It hurt like hell.
"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" She yelled.
"As much as I'm annoyed by having you around, you're staying till Roman and Dean get back," he said in an angry tone.
Once inside the hallway he gave her a push forward.
"I fucking hate you!" She yelled.
"You're not the first and you won't be the last," he said while chuckling.
"You don't even like me. Why not just let me slip away by accident?" She asked.
"Because this is the way things are now. Deal with it," he answered.
She sighed, took a deep breath, put on a little smile and walked towards him.
"You know, things don't have to be this way. You don't know me very well and that's okay. If you knew me better, you would let me go, so how about it? Believe me and let me get out of here?" She said, trying to work her charm.
He laughed.
"I do know you actually. You want me to answer your questions from yesterday? Your last name is Brown. Your favourite colour is green. And what was the last one? Oh yeah! Your parents don't live anywhere. They're dead. Murdered. No one knew who did it. They left you and your twin brothers behind," he said.
"Don't you dare talk about them!" She sneered.
"Uh, did I just hit a soft spot? What were their names again?" He asked and smirked.
She slapped him hard.
"Don't you dare speak their fucking names!" She yelled.
He put his hand to his cheek where she had hit him. He put on an evil smile and his eyes turned hard. He pushed her up against the wall.
"Their names are Charles and Johan," he growled.
"Fuck you," she whispered.
"Where are they now? It took some time to dig out different information about you on the internet but one thing I can't seem to find is where your brothers are," he said.
"You don't wanna know," she said.
"I think I do," he said.
She had had enough. She threw her head forward, smashing it into his head. She had no idea it would hurt that bad. He went down on his back, howling in pain. She felt groggy and slid down the wall. She reached up and touched her head while trying to focus again. The first thing she saw was him lying on his back with his hand on his head.
"You bitch," he said and laughed.
She grabbed the knife from the back pocket. He heard the sound of clothes being torn, felt something a little too close to his genitals and then the sound of something hitting the floor. He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked between his legs. She was holding the knife that was stuck in the floor. It had torn his pants. She gave him a mean look.
"What the hell?" He yelled as he realized just how closed she had been to his balls with a knife.
"Next time you mention them, I'll fucking castrate you!" She sneered.
She pulled the knife free from the floor, got to her feet and hurried towards the stairs. She heard him get up as well and start chasing her.
"You get back here!" He yelled.
She hurried up the stairs but he was fast. She made it up before he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She put the knife to his throat. He stopped and smirked.
"Didn't we already go through this yesterday?" He asked in a provocative tone.
"Yesterday I wasn't about to use it," she answered.
"And you are today?" He asked.
"Why don't you try and test me?" She asked back.
He was too fast for her. She didn't get a chance to react before he held both her wrists and pushed her up against the wall. He banged her hand holding the knife hard into the wall a couple of times until she dropped the knife.
"I told you I could take you down despite the knife," he said.
He put her wrists together above her head and held them with one hand. His other hand went down to her stomach and inside her shirt. She shivered as he moved it up to grab one of her breasts.
"Let's stop this stupid dance. I know you want me just as much as I want you," he growled in her ear.
She didn't answer. Instead she let out a loud sound while trying to get free. He only held tighter on her wrists. His hand moved down her stomach again and to the edge of her jeans.
"Seth, don't do this," she said.
"I know you want it," he said.
"I don't. Seth, let me go, please," she begged.
He pushed his hand down her jeans and panties and ran a finger between her slick folds.
"Seth!" She yelled loud.
He just laughed. She went into a rage, pulling her arms so violently that he couldn't hold her anymore. Once free of his grip she pushed him hard, making him fall to the floor. She got the knife from the floor and hurried towards her room. She stopped in the doorway, watching him closely as he got to his feet.
"Alright, you win this round but we're not done," he said.
He walked pass her and towards his own room. He stopped at his door and turned around to look at her. She was the one with a smirk on her face now.
"I didn't think you'd give up that easy," she said and slammed the door.
She heard him running towards her room and she hurried to the bathroom and locked the door. He was inside her room, slamming his fists into the bathroom door while screaming for her to open it. She opened the window and crawled out on the roof.
"What the hell are you doing up there?" Dean's voice sounded.
She looked down to see him and Roman standing on the ground.
"Trying to get away from your rapist friend inside," she answered.
Roman ran inside in a hurry with Dean right on his tail. She heard some shouting from her room and then a knocking on the door.
"You can come out now," Roman said from the other side of the door.
She crawled back in through the window and went to unlock the door. Seth was looking really pissed off. No one said anything for a few seconds. Finally Dean broke the awkward silence.
"We got it," he said and held a USB pen up.