I ran throughout the house opening every door I came across. I needed to escape; I needed to get away from here. Most of all I needed to get away from him; Damen. But it was no use, because every door I opened I came across him.
He stood there with his arms folded and eyebrows raised. His eyes are darker than usual and his hair is all messed up. The worst bit is his smirk. That very evil smirk that never wipes of his face when he sees me. That even smirk which screams danger. That evil smirk which got me falling for him in the first place; the biggest mistake of my life.
I raced down the stairs, occasionally stumbling over my own two feet. His voice echoed throughout the house.
“Alex, darling. Don’t run away from me. I just want to have some fun.”
Fun? What fun? His type of fun was a deadly game of life or death, and it usually ended in death. I didn’t want to have fun. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to have Liam, right here beside be rubbing soft circles on my back telling me it was going to be okay. But instead I felt a cold shiver.
I raced for the front door and urged it open. Big mistake. There right before me stood, Damen. With that same smirk and evil look in his eyes. He stepped forward. I wanted to step back, but my feet grew roots that grounded itself into the floor beneath me. He stepped closer and closer, until were nose to nose and there was nothing but a millimetre of air separating us.
My heart pounded against my chest, so hard that I was sure Damen could hear it. Tears were brimming in my eyes but I tried to control myself. No. My tears would not fall, not today. His cold, icy breath ticked my neck, and that’s when I broke. My tears fell freely down my cheeks.
I felt his cold hands press against my cheeks whilst his thumbs wiped away my tears. Why couldn’t he just let go of me. Why couldn’t he just move on? Why did he have to be so abusive? I tried to push him away but that only tightened his grip on me, and pushed my back against the wall. Suddenly the walls all went read and my mind was filled with Damen’s voice saying, “I still want that kiss Ally.”
The walls all around me were closing in, and Damen was coming closer and closer.
I woke up in my bed panting, hard. I looked around my room. It was just a dream. Phew. Damen was not here. My room was perfectly normal. The clock was ticking loudly in the silence and my curtains blew gently in the breeze. My sheets were all crumpled up. The images of Damen came back again. I squeezed my eyes shut and chanted ‘it was only a dream’ again and again.
I looked toward my clock. It was almost nine in the morning. I better get up and get dressed; I was hungry. I went into the bathroom striped myself naked and stood in the shower. I washed my hair and body, with my favourite strawberry shampoo. I loved the smell of it. Once I was nice and washed, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a warm fuzzy towel around me, before stepping into my room.
I searched in my wardrobe for some comfy clothes. I found a pair of sweats and One of Harry’s old button up t-shirts. I slipped them on and blow-dried my hair. I left it open falling around my shoulders. My hair had grown since last time. It reached to the button of my waist and that’s when it’s curly. I wonder how long it will be when it’s strait.
My tummy rumbled knocking me out of my thoughts. It’s time to eat. I skipped down the wooden creaky stairs and went straight to the kitchen. It was really quite and I wondered where the girls were. Luckily I found a note on the table, which I assumed was from the girl. I was right. The first thing I noticed was Eleanor’s really neat swirly handwriting. The note read:
Hey babe, were going out for some grocery. Niall forgot to stock up before he ate everything! I will get that boy when he gets back. Anyway, don’t go out of the house because Liam will kill me if anything happened to you. We will only be approximately two to three hours. You know how fussy Kyra is with food. I have no idea how she ended up with Niall.
P.S: Be safe.
I scrunched the note up and shoved it in the bin. They could have waked me and I could have gone too. I needed to get out of the house a bit more. I sighed, might as well eat something while I’m waiting for them to come back. I got out a china cereal bowl and plopped in some cornflakes. There were only a few left. No kidding when El said that Niall left us with no food. I got what was left in the box and poured some cold milk over it. I grabbed a spoon and dug in, munching happily.
Until there was a knock at the door. At first I froze. Who could it be? The boys were away, the girls would be back later on and I didn't invite anyone over. My heart started pounding again as the images of my dream came to mind. I somehow managed to calm myself down. It might just be the postman or some delivery guy. You never know with Aunty Anne; she is always ordering tones of books. I relaxed myself and walked over to the front door. I stopped right in front of it taking deep breaths. Relax I chanted.
I finally picked up the courage to open the door, and when I did, I wished I hadn't. All my cereal fell to the floor and there in front of me stood…