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.
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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