He's Possessive

Everything just went down hill, I never thought that I would find myself being sold to some man. Who would have ever believed that a parent would ever sell there own daughter?


5. Late Nights

A/n: Sorry but I noticed I made a mistake in the last chapter saying Louis once or twice, I meant Liam I changed it. Hope that didn't mix you up too much.


I woke up to the sound of the door opening, I looked over my shoulder and saw Liam standing in the doorway leaning against the frame. "Are you awake?" He asked confusing me.

The room was dark and the light coming from the hallway blinded me. I groaned and turned my head back into the pillow. "I am now. Thanks." I said after a few moments.

"Well you were the one that wanted answers." He said making his way towards my bed. He crawled in and my heart raced. Being raped was not an answer to me and I am sure that would be what was going to happen. I looked up at him horrified as he laid on his back then turned to look at me. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don't want you to touch me." I said moving away from him. He pulled my hips close to him again.

"If you think that I am going to rape you, that is not what I had in mind. You will willingly give it to me, I know that for sure." He said disgusting me.
"I know for sure that I won't." I said turning away from him and facing the wall closing my eyes."

"I don't have any plans in hurting you." He said to me. His breath on the back of my neck giving me chills.

"Then what do you have planned?" I asked completely open to figuring him out by now. I turned to face him. "What am I doing here? You realize that I had plans for myself in life too don't you? Plans that didn't include being kidnapped and kept in a house."

"I have been planning this for a while. A very long while. If I told you how long then, I think you would truly be shocked.." He said trailing off.

"How long?" I asked him curiously.

"Ever since I was a junior in highschool. That was the year that I noticed you. You were a freshman, I guess senior year was the year that I had realized that I wouldn't be able to see you everyday in the hallways. That was the year that I began to watch you." He said honestly looking at me with a completely unemotional look in his eyes.

"That's disgusting, just watching from a far. Being a stalker." I commented with a simple eye roll.

"Oh no, the stalking didn't begin until the summer. I found you so interesting I couldn't stop. I watched you going to carnivals with your friends. I even tagged along at the beach when you and your friends went except I had my own friends with me. I remember, when you were a junior you went to prom with some senior, he gave you your first kiss that night. It wasn't that long before he broke your heart. That was when I new that you were mine." He said pausing for a moment. "I remember our talk."

"I have never talked to you before." I stated shaking my head. "I could never talk to such a pervert."

"Not you and me, him and I. We talked. Well I did most of the talking actually, I told him that if he ever tried anything else with you, if he ever did such as lay a finger or an eye on you I would hurt him. I told him that you are mine and that is how it always will be." He said making me flinch. "That was why he moved."

"Stop saying that, I am not yours." I said sitting up and running my fingers through my hair.

"You have talked to me before." He said suddenly. "It was the third day of school, your thrid day of highschool."

"I don't remember that, I don't remember you." I said shaking my head.

"Of course you don't. It didn't mean that much to you as it did to me." He said staring up at the ceiling.

"Then tell me what we talked about." I said challenging him.

"You asked me how to work your locker combination, coming from homeschool that was to be expected. I simply said to twist it a few times then right, left, right with you numbers. Then I went off." He said turning his attention to me.

"That is strange of you to remember. Who would remember that.." I said. Then anger suddenly took over and tears spilled over. "I hate you, you watched me. You stalked me ever since my life as a teenager was just beginning and now here I am. Staying with you a complete stranger, I know nothing about you and you know everything. I feel so violated." I was about to get out of the bed but then he grabbed my wrist, not to purposely hurt me but to stop me.

"Then listen. Let me get to explain my story." He pleaded, it showed in his eyes as well. He was being serious about this.


A/n: Thank you for reading, Leave comments!


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