Quite a short chapter, but that's because I needed to end it where I did for the next one to flow properly. Enjoy!

I froze. Jake was looking accusingly at me, and I didn't like it one bit. I plastered a small smile on my face, and tried to look normal. His eyes drifted from my own, down to my bag in my hands, and my very tidy room. He looked me over a couple more times, before he walked into my room, and shut the door behind him. Quietly, he walked over to my bed, and slowly rubbed his hand down it's smooth surface, before turning back to me.
"Can I ask what you're doing?" He spoke so quiet, it was almost a whisper.
I gulped, and placed my bag down cautiously. He watched my every move. "Do you want the truth?"
"That would be nice for once."
"I was trying to, urgh," I took a deep breath. "I was escaping."
A grin crept it's way onto his face. "Escaping? Am I that bad?" He teased.
I was confused, I thought he would blow up on me. Or turn into the Jake from my dream, but he did nothing of the sort. "Well...it's not you, per say..."
"Then what is it?" He cocked his head to the side.
"I...I've never really liked mansions. They remind me of haunted houses, and...I'm not a big fan of horror movies." I really hoped he'd believe my lie.
"It's not that bad." Taking a step closer, he smiled reasuringly. "Besides, I'll protect you."
My breath caught in my throat, as he was till edging closer. "Protect me from what?" I whispered.
He was so close now. "Anything you need me to."
I tried to take a step back, but was blocked by the wall. "I...how can I trust you, when I don't even know you?"
He sighed, and took a step back, whilst scratching the back of his neck. "You want to know some things about me?"
"I think it would make me feel safer."
"I'll tell you some things...if you tell me some things in return." He offered.
"I suppose..."
He smiled. "Good." He walked towards the door, and opened it slightly. "Meet me in the study."
"How will I," He was already gone. "Find it...?" I sighed.

I sat on my bed, and fidled with my thumbs uselessley. My mind was clouded with many thoughts. Jake, for one. He was so confusing, with his charming smiles, but strange words. Then, there was this house. Magical food, appearing from nowhere, countless doors. And then, Jake, again; appearing from nowhere just like the food. But finally, there was the phone call from my aunt. When she had found out where I was, she was clearly worried, her voice dripped with fear. And when she said that I needed to get out of there...I just don't know. I looked around my room, and sighed. No easy way out. Too bad...but, if I grabbed my bag, and headed to the front door, would Jake notice? I doubted it.
So, that was my plan. I grabbed my bag, opened the door, took one last look at my room, and shut it securley behind me. I followed the maze of corridoors, until I reached the main staircase. I tiptoed down the stairs, and pulled my bag tighter on my shoulder.
Looking around cautiously, my eyes scanning over the portraits which eyes followed my every move, I crept closer up to the door. I turned one last look over my shoulder as I made it to the door, and saw all was clear. My hand brushed the cool iron of the handle, and I cautiously pulled. A large sigh of relief passed through my lips when the door opened. The bright sun almost blinded me, and I was filled with joy. As I took a small step forward, the door slammed shut in my face, and I jumped back with a loud shreak.
"Still escaping?" A dark sounding voice asked behind me.
I slowly turned, to see Jake leaning against a door frame on my left. I looked at him, and then at the door behind me. Confusion filled me. "How...how did you...? When you're...?"
"What?" He questioned, and then looked at the door. "Oh. You mean the door? That wasn't me, it's broken, I just haven't been bothered to get someone out to fix it."
I knew he was lying, but I tried to look convinced. "Oh...alright."
"I thought I told you to meet me in here?" He pointed to the room which the door frame he was leaning on belonged to.
"Yeah, well...I just want to go home."
"Can't we talk first? It's going to take you a long time to walk..." He reasoned.
I shrugged my shoulders. "All the more reason to start now." I turned, and grabbed the handle once more, to realise it was locked. Not turning to Jake, I sighed. "And this broken door can also lock itself? Just like the one upstairs?"
"This one can, but the one upstairs?"
I wanted to know if there was any way my dream could have been real, since anything was possible right now. "I couldn't get out of my room last night, when I needed the toilet." My voice was quiet and sounded tired. I was about to turn, when firm hands gripped by shoulders from behind, and turned me.
Jake held me tightly, and I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. "I'm sorry about that..."
"That...it wasn't a dream then?" I questioned quietly.
"No, it was real."
When he told me that, I tried to pull myself away from him once more, but it was no use. I beat against his chest as I did last night, but Jake pulled me into his arms, restricting me more than before. "Let me go!" I screamed at him.
"Just calm down!" I struggled more, and tried to kick him in the place where it hurts most, but he dodged me. "Brey!" I wouldn't give up. "Aubrey Jones. You stop right now." His voice was firm.
I froze, and looked up at him through my dark eyelashes. "How do you know my name?" I questioned. I'd never told him my full name. No one but my parents called me that.
"I know a lot more than you may think." He told me, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.
When I didn't say anything, and stayed like a statue, Jake let me go. But I was still unresponsive, so he scooped me up into his arms, and carried me into the study. I didn't struggle, because I was too numb too.
Jake was scaring me. Scaring me almost as much as when I was raped. He laid me down on the couch, and I turned to face him as he sat in an armchair opposite.
"Brey, I need you to listen to me. No matter how much fear you feel right now, or how confused you are, I need you to trust me."
I laughed weakly. "Trust you? You must think I'm mad."
"No, I don't. I think you need help."
"Help? You do think I'm mad." I cried.
He sighed. "There's some things you don't understand right now, and that's fine." He smiled. "But you need to rest, and when you have, we can talk properly. You may not realise it, but it's late, and I'm beat."
"I..."
"It's Ok. Just sleep." His words soothed me, and I drifted off unwillingly.