Obsession

8. Taken

An unfamiliar noise only described as rattling woke me up from my deep slumber. I lift my face off the drool stained pillow I laid on, and found my hand still clutching my notebook filled with the material I needed to know in order to pass the test my sadistic history teacher suddenly brought upon us.

Glancing at my alarm clock, the red LED lights illuminate the time which was 1 AM. My hand scratches the top of my head in confusion. "What the hell?" I mumbled. A loud slam of what sounded like my window startles me awake. "Now I'm definitely awake," I spoke to myself with wide eyes.

"Princess." Shivers went up my spine at the sound of his voice. Xander. I reach over to my lamp and cause the light to spread all around me.

Xander stood by my window, with a black hoodie up, hiding his face as if his identity were a mystery to me. My hands fumble around as I found and gripped on the knife I've always left on my nightstand for safety. Even if he's told me countless of times how he'd never hurt me, something in my gut told me to hold onto the knife for my life.

"What are you doing here?" I croaked out.

"I thought you stopped talking to me?" he humorlessly laughed. My plan of not talking to him only lasted up to two days- three if you count my failure of today being the third.

"Xander, I'm serious." I slid off my bed and stepped back making more space in between us as I eyed him in suspicion.

"I missed you," he tilts his head up causing the hood to fall. Xander's face looked absolutely tired with his bloodshot eyes, and eye bags making him look older.

"That's no reason to barge into my room-" He jumps over my bed and yanks me out of the corner ignoring my lecture as he pushed me out my window.

"You're coming with me." I protest by repeatedly jabbing, punching, and hitting him as much as I could- nothing. A strange smell sent tingles in my nose, as I felt my head become woozy. Darkness soon took over without my consent.

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Light seeps through my sleepy eyelids causing me to flutter them open unconsciously- which lead to me blinding myself. I turned my head away from the source, sunlight.

But I have curtains. I look back to the side where the sunlight was, and realized I wasn't in my room.

This room seemed to belong to a guy. It had dark blue walls, a wooden floor with black rugs, black furniture, and pretty much- other black themed home decor.

For a guy, this one was a neat freak. There were no clothing carelessly scattered around, even the computer desk was organized- nothing I've seen from Logan's room. It even put my own room to shame.

I cursed myself for being so curious, I got carried away and didn't even function like a normal human being- meaning, I should've been rationally thinking of getting out of this unfamiliar place. Like I said, curiosity always gets the best of me. I shuffle out of the warmth the king sized bed provided and fought my pounding headache for dominance. I can't stay here. Wherever here was.

If I remember correctly, I woke up in the middle of the night- if that even counts as that -and found Xander standing by my window like a creep. God damn it. Don't tell me-

"You're awake," my eyes dart to the owner of the voice to see Xander nonchalantly leaning on the door frame. Instead of a hoodie this time, he only had black plaid pajamas showing his irresistible abs and v-line.

"Xander what the fuck-"

"Let's go eat some breakfast," he cuts me off. I chuck a pillow in his way frustrated by how normal he was acting- and of course he dodges it. The pillow went past him hitting a vase instead, causing it to fall and break to a million pieces.