you're mine

chapter 7

Emily

When I wake up, Luca is still asleep beside me. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping.

I question to myself whether I should stay. He told me about his family last night. Maybe he is not so bad. He probably just needs someone to talk too.

No, that type of thinking will get me killed. I will not be the type of girl that is a victim of Stockholm syndrome and dies with no dignity. I am not that dumb.

He is asleep. Very asleep. This means I could escape.

I throw the covers off of me and jump out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. I don't know if he is a light sleeper or not so I keep in mind to be extra quiet. I don't want to risk him waking up and punishing me for this.

I finally reach the door and pull on the handle. Its locked. I scan the room for keys and spot them on the bedside table which separates the two beds.

Its right near him. I tiptoe back to the bed and pick the key up.

I turn around, moving faster than before, not wanting to waste anymore time.

Before I reach the door I hear a voice that makes me stop dead.

"Going somewhere?" His voice is a lot deeper now, being the effects of him sleeping.

My breathing becomes heavy as I try to think of an excuse.

"Nope, just wanted some water." I smiler now facing him.

"Ill get it for you." He gets up out of bed, slipping his shoes on and takes the keys off me " back to bed." He whispers and leaves.

I didn't think of shoes before I left. I was planning to run barefoot.

I hope he didn't find it suspicious and realise what I was doing. I want him to think everything is fine so he isn't watching me all the time. I don't want to stay with him much longer. What if he could change to tying me up and abusing me at any moment. He probably will. I want to gaslight myself into thinking he is like totally in love with me and would never hurt me, but he said so himself.

Luca walks into the room, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Here's your water!" He smiles. He's not mad at me, at least I don't think he is.

I down most of my water, making my stomach ache. I wanted him to think I was thirsty and actually needed the drink.

Not keeping any time for him to ask questions, I go back to sleep.

.

It has been a few hours since we woke up. Luca didn't want to waste any time in the motel. He said he 'Didn't trust the receptionist'.

"So, any specific plans for today?" I ask.

"Food. Lets play a game."

"Ugh not twenty one questions again. that isn't even how you play twenty one questions."

"How do you play then?" He frowns at me.

"I think of something and you have to guess what I'm thinking of by asking questions. And then we swap if you get it right." I explain.

"No, that's twenty questions. Its a different thing." He nods, so sure of himself.

"Ok." I don't think it is.

"OK I am thinking of something." Luca's voice speaks up.

"Of course you are. Is it big?"

"Wow dirty minded much? Nope it's small." He squints.