Don't

Chapter 2

"Drink this!" Lily yelled over the music handing me a shot glass.

I threw my head back with the liquor.

"Gah! My throat." I struggled to say. The hard liquor burning my throat.

"Crap! I forgot! That's my drink." She said her face reddening.

I hate liquor. So much.

I nodded and went to the bar for something I could actually handle.

"What do you want?" A muscular man with a tight white shirt asked me staring down at me.

"Water." I said loud enough to be heard.

He nodded and handed me a little bottle which I quickly chugged calming down the burning sensation in my throat and then ordering a less hard drink but enough to haze my mind and have fun.

My body made its way through the dance floor maneuvering past sweaty bodies grinding on each other and drinks passed around. Lily was now in a corner with a guy making out.

Might as well have some fun.

A fast paced song started and I found myself moving to the beat till someone came behind me.

"You still owe me a dance." The boy from earlier whispered into my ear.

"Okay." I said as he pulled me into the center of the dance floor.

Our bodies danced against each other swaying and moving to the beat.

His hands stayed in place on my hip and his blue eyes looked the same shade of dark blue as earlier.

His hands moved me so my butt rubbed against his crotch. The alcohol rushing through my veins and the loud music went through me like a current causing each movement.

Once the song ended he leaned down and whispered.

"Let's get out of here."

**

[LUKES P.O.V]

Good Lord. What did Mark put in her water.

I grabbed Madison from the back of my car and she automatically dug her face in my chest.

She passed out as soon as I got her out into the car. She moved a little bit, but only to grab onto my shirt and pull herself closer.

"What is she doing?" I whispered aloud.

Now she can't leave me. Ever.

[MADISON'S P.O.V]

My head was pounding under the skin and screamed to be calmed but only say in pain.

"Ugh what happened?" I said quietly sitting up.

"Whose shirt is this?" I looked down at the large black shirt. I remember this shirt. But. From where.

The door creaked open and there was the boy from last night. Shirtless. I'm in his shirt.

"Good. You're awake." He said sitting at the end of the bed.

"What happened last night?" My head throbbed more.

"We danced. I said lets go back to my place. You passed out once you got in my car. Then I brought you here and I changed you into my shirt. You looked like you were having trouble breathing in that thing." He said smirking.

"Really. Or did you just wanna see me naked."

"You weren't naked. You had on underwear. Don't sass me." He snapped.

"Well. I really need to go Lily is probably worried about me." I said standing up.

"Mm that's the thing." He said standing in front of me.

"What?"

"You're not leaving."

**

"You're not leaving." He said sitting down.

"Of course I'm leaving, I have to go home. Lily's probably worried sick about me." I said my breathing starting to become struggled.

"You're mine." His eyes looked darker than before.

"What?

"You're mine." He repeated.

He stood up to leave and once he got to the door I whispered to myself.

"I'm not anybody's."

He slammed the door close again turning around and walking towards me. His hand went to the back of my neck pushing my face towards his.

"When I say. You are mine. You say, yes sir." He spat then walked out slamming the door.

**

[LUKES P.O.V]

I slammed the door to her room and went to my room.

My fist collided with the wall leaving a hole and dust flying around it.

"Miranda!" I screamed through the door.

She came running into the room with her notepad and a pen.

"Yes sir." She said calmly.

"Write my guest out her rules." She nodded and rushed out.

"She's going to learn she is mine."

Miranda rushed back in and handed me the paper and left.

Good.

I went to Madison's room and opened the door.

She was curled in a ball at the head of the bed covered the blanket. Her brown hair sticking out of the blanket. I set the paper at the foot of the bed and left.

Time to practice with daggers.