11. To talk?
I felt like a rat in a corner. The cat had tricked me into the corner and I couldn't get out of there. Niall had locks on all the doors, and he even had security cameras everywhere.
"I want you to feel safe!" he said, but I didn't feel safe. I was so scared that I finally didn't get out what I would say. Niall seemed to run to the computer often and he had lots of accounts that he had an eye on. I saw on one screen that he also kept an eye on my Twitter and my Facebook.
"Your friends think you have run from home or that you are hiding." he laughed and looked at me. "They are so damn gullible and I promise you that they're going to lies about lots of lies before evening comes."
When Niall was done with the computer, he walked over to me again and pulled me up from the couch. He looked down at my clothes and felt on my hair.
"You need a shower. I bought deodorant and shampoo to you." he smiled. "I have clean towels, so it's just for you to go to the toilet."
"Why should I take a shower if I'm going home?"
Niall stood near me and I felt his breath on my face. He smelled good, yet he disgusted me.
"You have to keep yourself clean and who says you get to go home today? We haven't spoken yet."
"But we can start talking now?"
He smiled and shook his head. He took both hands around my face and looked into my eyes.
"You should just obey." He watched me closely. "I'm the one in charge here and you will not decide anything. I decide when we'll talk."