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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