Sights are really deceiving. The loose strands of hair fall as I shake my head. A dream? Fate is so twisted. Now, I am being delusional. Did he really talk or is it just a fragment of my imagination? Did I die? Am I really with this god-like being?
Am I still chained? If so where are the ropes? Or am I free as a bird? A voice, I could hear it. Alas, maybe I am in heaven? The trees, the school, the marble pathway all seems to have disintegrated.
"Hey!" He mutters while folding his arms. His muscles flex. Being strong and having the looks must run in his family. Damian had a tall build. He is a mystery. But, why is he in this dream? Or is it a dream? Why is he here, in the forest when the sun had dissolve in the night sky?
I watch his movements. Every step he took, my breath quickens and air becomes scarcer. Had I been place under a spell? My eyes can't turn away from him. I am spellbound to him. He is the master and I'm a doll.
Fumes of strong cologne fill my nose. As I intake the intoxicating scent, the feeling suddenly relieves me. To the point, my eyes shut close...
"Ahhh!" A scream could be heard from the mile radius from wherever I am. A poster of a car and a window, I could grasp sight of those. My hands are freed. But, it holds the marks of the tight rope.
The scent. The drowsiness begins to clear. My head feels like I have been pelted by rocks. "Where am I?!" I howl and launch my hands from a cotton white skull print blanket. "What the?" A blanket!
Wait a minute. I glance at what I am on. A bed...
"Oh sh*t!" I curse and get up, only to tumble onto the ground. Way to be quiet... Mentally, I face palm myself. My fingers curl up a fist and punch the carpet I lay on.
What happen? Why am I here? The only thing I remember is a strong smell. The smell, those word rings in my head. The guy!! What did he do?
Before I had time to play 21 questions with myself, the ebony doorknob shift clockwise with the speed of snail and a light shines from it. The user behind the door, friend or foe is cautious. My face perspires to have drops sink onto the carpet.
Defence! The protective instinct is calling me. Worry, I look around to spot a weapon for my defense.
Blankets, pillow at poster of a car and books. "Argh," I throw my arms in the air. "Where is a bat when you need one..." The door is open. Without hesitation and my feeble strength, I grab the nearest science textbook. Heavy, durable, and what a last resort this is.
"Yo. You up?" With my force, I throw the familiar book. Sorry book but you're the only thing I have. Is he a pedo?
"Ow! F*ck. What is that for?" He rubs his forehead while holding his ocean orbs on me. My pupil dilates. "You!" I scream.
He puts his rough hand on his eyes. "God woman..." Nevertheless, my guilty conscience is not working.
I scoff. "What do you mean what is that for? Why am I here? Why did you bring me here? What did you do to me!!" I demand staring as if he is the only rays of light in the sombre night.
The mirror reflects a girl with hazel locks with a face red of scarlet. It is not due to shyness or embarrassment. But, of anger and fear.
Removing his hand, he speaks. "Calm down for a minute!" His eyebrows furrow and his mouth cock a grin.
"What? No thank you?" His smile radiates the room.
Putting my fingers on my hips, I stand up. "For what?" I hiss. "What have you done to me?" I take an umbrella that peak from under the bed. If I had hit him with that, a good chance is he'd be blind. My fingers enclose the weapon. Trying to look menacing. Attempting.
A chuckle escapes his rosy lips. "Couldn't find anything else to hurt me with huh?" Damien just stands there. His eyes glint with amusement. This really can't be the guy who spends days, months even years isolated from class.
"Who are you?" Still grasping the object and in a fighting stance, I question. Eying his navy blue shirt and ragged jeans, my heartbeat skips.