18. In his bed
When the evening came, he drew me into the bedroom and tore the shirt. I lay in bed and he put my hands to the headboard. I watched as he stripped naked and he lad down next to me. Was it like that he wanted to have life?
"I'm not crazy!" I heard him suddenly say. "I just know that I hadn't had a chance on you, though I did like everyone else."
"Niall, you've never had a chance."
He sat up and seemed almost dismiss my answer, even though I was honest.
"You are the only one online that was really honest." he sighed. "But you can lie and tell me that you love me? Just once?"
I shook directly on the head.
"No, I will never say those words to you."
He lay back down and looked up at the ceiling.
"So you can't even whisper I love you?"
He looked at me again and this time he seemed genuinely hurt. Had the conversation earlier in the day led him to think?
"Mom misses me ..." I got out of me to change the subject. Niall smiled and shook his head.
"She thinks you are still with a friend. I found your phone in your bag, and sent a message."
Directly I became angry and looked at him coldly.
"Why are you lying to them? Tell them the truth, then you've kidnapped me because you want to have sex and have company."
The confident Niall appeared again and he seemed once again to like my reaction.
"It would have been a lie. I haven't kidnapped you. You came by your own free will."
"You gave me no choice!" I hissed. Niall laughed and sat up again.
"Well, you could have walked away from me?"
Oh! He turned my words so that it suited him.
"I want to go home!" I shouted out straight. "Don't you understand that I want to return to my old life?"
He shook his head.
"You don't want to go home!"
Oh I was so angry. Niall just smiled and he loved to see me off. He looked down over my body and let his hand slide across my stomach.
"You're cute when you think I should take in your words." his hand stroked my stomach and he let it slip up against my chest. "Your body's my temple!"
Niall fell asleep quickly and I lay still and was so alone. I felt that my arms ached and I tried to look back on my life. I knew I had written stupid things online, but all my friends did it. I wasn't unique, and maybe I had left it all out, as in an open book? Niall was perhaps just one of the few who had read everything. Maybe there were more like him? Guys who sought attention and when they got lucky, they refused to let her go?