Chapter 7: Sleepover

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I slowly opened my eyes. I felt dizzy.

I looked around my surroundings.

I was in a room with dark blue walls and wooden flooring. And I'm laying on top of a light grey patterned bed.

The room was nearly empty with the only furniture being the bed, a 2 lamps with their stands and a dresser.

There was a decorative light chandelier.

The windows were shut tight with wooden blinds.

Where am I? This doesn't seem to be my room

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Where am I? This doesn't seem to be my room.

I got up and sat on the fluffy bed.

A sharp pain plunged into my head so suddenly. Accompanied with dizziness.

I groaned in pain at my throbbing headache.

"Why does my head hurt so much? Ugh.." I touch my head in pain.

Have I been kidnapped?

The last thing I remember before fainting was being kissed by Ashton.

Did he drug me?

Suspicion filled my mind.

There is no one else to blame.

But maybe it's just me? I don't have any kind of disease or disorder that makes me faint and have a painful headache though.

And what time is it? I don't see my phone anywhere..

My parents must be worried. They probably realize that I'm missing.

Worst case being; they end up thinking I'm hanging out somewhere else and don't report me missing.

What if Ashton's part of a human trafficking syndicate?

And flirting and dating me was all part of his plan to kidnap me?

Thinking back, on our first date, he could have done that long ago.

Also when he came up to my room at midnight he could've also kidnapped me.

So maybe that isn't the case.

Hopefully.

God please help me!

I heard light footsteps coming towards my direction. Someone was approaching.

I layed down on the bed once more and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The white door slowly opened, creaking.

The footfalls became louder and stopped near me.

All of a sudden, I felt someone touching my hair.

Long slender fingers glided across my hair gently, admiring it.

I tried my best to pretend to be asleep.

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