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He said today is gonna be the last one,
but I know there's never gonna be an easy way out.


 


strange attractor
            chapter two


I couldn't eat. I wouldn't eat. Why would I? Why would I give this guy the satisfaction? He stole me. Can you even steal a person? I wasn't sure, but then again here I was.
"Aren't you hungry?" his honey voice was right in my ear, and I couldn't help the relief that rushed through my body. The calmness of his tone constrasted with the headache-inducing city noises. The beeping cars, the skidding wheels, the angry, distant voices of drivers on-edge because they were ten minutes late for work. And then him.
I looked over my shoulder, shivering at the feeling of his warm breath on my face. Something about him, despite his obvious insanity, was... comforting. He was smooth like silk, and every syllable that came out of those lips had me fighting to tell him all of my secrets. "My head hurts."
It took me a moment to realize I was the one who had said it. Why did I bother? What did he care?
"Take these," he breathed, pushing a glass of water towards me and opening his free palm to expose a small white disc. I recognized it as asprin (partly because the word was ingraved into the pill), and reached for it greedily but reeled when I remembered what he'd given me last night.
"No."
He set the pill on the mahogany table beside and turned my body toward his, reaching out a large hand to stroke my cheek. "Don't be afraid. It's just asprin, promise."
I shivered, and it took every fiber of my being not to obey him. "Leave me alone," I yelled, earning a wide-eyed look from my captor. And then smaller, quieter. "Please."
"Why are you afraid of me?" His voice was strained, like he was trying hard to stay calm.
"Why shouldn't I be?" I said. "You kidnapped me."
He clenched his fists -- I could feel his left hand shaking where he held it, still warm against my cheek -- and ripped himself away from me. "Because -- don't you see, Caroline? I did this for you! I did this all for you! Come on, think! You're smart -- I know you're smart! Why won't you just think?"
All I could think was, How does he know my name? And then, as I stared at him where he stood, red in the face a huffing with anger, I realized just how dangerous this man was. He'd managed to sweep me off of my feet and take me from my own birthday party, unnoticed, and I was pretty damn sure he'd be able to do worse. So I took the glass in one hand and the tablet in the other, and with shaky hands managed to take the medicine. "Where's my room?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, our room is over there," he said, gesturing to the place I'd woken up in only about an hour before. "But you're welcome to stay in the guest room until you're more comfortable." He stared pointedly behind me, and I turned around to find a large wooden door.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I walked in and locked the door behind me.
What was I going to do?


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strange attractor
            chapter one


There's really no other way to say it, so I'll just tell you. I was dead drunk. My vision was blurry. My stomach was churning. My eyes darted around the room, searching for the nearest trashcan to empty myself in and that's when I saw him.
Tall, brunette, about my age, with big blue eyes that felt like they were pulling me in.
My feet seemed to move on their own accord, and then suddenly we were toe-to-toe and his arm was snaking around my waist, his liquid touch sending tingles down my spine. Another look at him told me that he was much older than I'd originally thought. Late twenties, early thirties maybe. Too old for me.
But still, he had this hungry look in his eyes. Dean never looked at me like that. And that smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing to my body when he touched my hand, like he'd summoned all those butterflies to parade my stomach.
And when he asked me to dance, I couldn't say no.
His  voice was rough and mature. Something I'd heard before in the voices of uncles or teachers, and yet somehow on him it was much more attractive. Addicting, even. I wanted him to talk more. To talk forever.
We danced, and it was rough and messy and more than a little too much, but I liked it. Why did I like it? Was it the alcohol? Was it the thought of an older man wanting anything to do with me, a girl barely sixteen years old? I wasn't sure, but then the song ended and he told me to "wait here," and a few seconds -- or was it minutes? I couldn't tell -- later, he was back with a drink in each hand. I didn't even bother to ask what it was. I was just so thirsty, and then suddenly I'd downed the whole thing.
A little ways into the next dance was when I started to lose it. My vision blurred, I could barely stand, and I was having tunnel vision. My eyes darted up to him, look at me like he wanted to feast on my face and then it clicked. My drink.
"What did you d -"
My body collapsed into his, and then I was out.

When I woke up, all I saw were bright lights. Too bright.
My head hurts.

I groaned, grabbed my pillow and covered my head. I inhaled deeply, expecting to be soothed by the scent of my lavender laundry detergent and then -- what?
My pillow smelled like the woods, and maybe a little lemon. It reminded me of that guy I'd been dancing with last --
Oh my God.
I shot up in the king-sized bed, eyes darting around the room. It took me a few seconds to realize the scream I'd heard came from my own mouth.
"Quiet down," someone murmured beside me, and I froze.
Slowly craning my head, I turned to see if that voice belonged to who I thought it did. Sure enough, there he was. The guy I'd been dancing with last night. God, I didn't even know his name, and here I was in his bed!
I looked down at myself and let out a sigh of relief when I found my body fully clothed. I jumped out of bed then, stumbling slightly but catching myself. My head still hurt, but I peeled back the yellow curtains beside me anyways, flinching at the new bright light that surrounded me. My eyes adjusted, scanned across a skyline I didn't recognize, and I wanted to cry.
This man - whoever he was - had kidnapped me. And I'd let him.


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Hi guys! Not sure if any of you remember me, but I'm eknovels. I used to write stories on Witty about a year ago, and I really missed it so I thought I'd try again. Hope you all liked!
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Hi! I'm Nikki. And I lose friends for being honest.


                   
                   is there anything

                                                                             left in this                world         that will         [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
 
               satisfy me?   

 



               what do you do;;
        WHEN YOU DON'T
      FEEL COMFORTABLE
    IN YOUR SAFE PLACE
              ANYMORE?

 


i'm done putting
     myself last. i
   should be able
         to go after
whatever i want.
     i'm not going
     to stop being
    who i am just
    because that

Upsets You. .
 

So apparently I look like a ten-year-old? That's comforting. lol

                You know, some people really need to think before they label
                themselves as accepting. You can go around saying "love is love,"
                as much as you want, but that doesn't make you an open-minded
                person. Yeah, you're open to gays and that's great, but until you
                look at every relationship and say the same phrase, you're just as
                narrow-minded as the homophobes you think are lesser than you.