It takes a moment to clear my head. Fiance. I have a fiance. Who I don't remember. Because apparently I have amnesia. And I have forgotten my best friends death. Not that any of this sounds crazy, right? I take a deep breath.
"Well, interesting as this conversation was, I'm gonna need to go home now," I say. "I'm assuming my parents still live in the same house, right?"
He raises his eyebrows increduously.
"What are you talking about? You can't go anywhere, you're not in a stable condition!"
"Actually, I feel perfectly fine, so please let me go home now."
He looks away and then quickly turns back. His eyebrows are furrowed and I get the sudden feeling that he's hiding something from me. I am not comfortable around him and I think he is starting to realise this. He places his hand over mine.
"Look, I just want whats best for you," he states. "And right now, that's being here, with me, until you're feeling better."
That's it. I've had enough of this guy. He expects me to just roll over because he thinks its best for me? Not freaking happening. I jump to my feet.
"Look, I don't remember you, and you seem like a nice guy, but all I really want is to see someone I remember, and that would be my parents. So, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way."
That's when his face changes. It's slight, small, nearly non-existant, but the change is there. He closes his eyes for a second.
"Ah, Kayla, I didn't want it to come to this," he sighs softly.
I'm unsure what to do as he stands up, his eyes now watching me like I'm his prey. He has a slight grin on his face and I feel shivers run up my spine. I step back as he ambles towards me, shaking his head slowly, so slowly. What is he doing? He halts a mere five inches away from me.
"You're not going anywhere."
He grabs my wrist and starts to drag me back to the room I woke up in. Istruggle but he's undeniably strong. I am also shaking uncontrollably, which is to be expected considering I'm being dragged by force to a room in a house I don't know.
"Let me go, you asshole" I snarl.
He ignores me and pushes me into the room. I notice it's bare, except for an operating table, which I assume is what I woke up on. Adrian lets me go, and crosses his arms menacingly.
"You will stay in here until you're ready to act like an adult," he says.
I blanch. What the hell? I am not a child being sent to my room, I'm officially being held against my will here. This guy, who claims to be my so called fiance, acts pleasant and pitying one second, then vicious and mean the next. I can't take this, I need to get home. I try the pleading tactic.
"Please let me go," I cry. "I didn't do anything, why are you holding me here?"
He pauses, and then his face softens. He reaches to push a lock of my dark brown hair behind my ear.
"Don't cry, I'm protecting you. Trust me, you'll like it here. Soon you will see how we are meant to be together."
I lunge at him, ready to claw his eyes out, but he justs backhands me across the face, sending me flying. I land in a heap on the ground, one of my legs painfully twisted below me. He clears his throat.
"Next time you try that there will be extreme consequences."
He stomps out of the room and slams the door, locking it behind him. I run to it and pound my fists against the wood, but it was useless. I was too week. I trudged over to the corner of the room and sat down.