hand lets go of me and I take it as a chance to get away. I make a move to walk forward, and start pulling away.
As soon as I think I’m making headway in getting away from my attacker , I’m suddenly shoved roughly into a car. I try reaching for the door handle to open the door, but it’s locked. I even hit the unlock button on the side panel, and the door still doesn’t budge. So I look up to see who threw me in this car with no intention of letting me out it. It’s none other than the last person I would wish to see right now, walking around the front of the car.
Steele.
He quickly gets in the driver seat and puts his seat belt on then proceeds to take off.
“What do you think you are doing? Are you fucking crazy? You just attacked me.” I yell accusingly.
“Liam ignores me, you changed you r number, and neither of you ever leave the house, so it’s not like I can just walk into your apartment and talk to you. I doubt you would, even if I managed to get ahold of you. So I did what I had to do. We need to talk.”
“So manhandling me and kidnapping me is the right way to go about it?” I ask.
“ I didn’t manhandle you and I wouldn’t call this kidnapping. I just escorted you to my car. It’s not like I’m holding you hostage. Like I said we need to talk.”
“We have nothing to discuss . You must be deranged. Dragging me to your car, when I clearly didn’t want to go, is kidnapping.” I try the door handle lever again. “You even child proof locked the doors, and you are still claiming to be sane?”
“Just relax we’re almost there and then you can say whatever it is you want to say. But when you’re done, you’ll let me speak and you will listen. Then if you ask nicely, I’ll bring you back.” He tells me calmly. Not the least bit bugged by what he has done.
This man does not see reason.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see when we get there.”
I feel like smacking myself in the forehead. I should have never allowed him to enter my hotel room. Fuck, I shouldn’t have allowed him in the bathroom on the tour bus either.
I should have just told the professor no. I could have taken the fail in his class , and made it for it next semester. I would have had to work a little harder, but compared to this shit it would have been a walk in the park.
An hour later I am still steaming in anger. At myself, for all of the foolishness I have allowed and at Steele, for being outlandishly senseless. My arms are crossed over one another, and I just want out of this car. When Steele pulls up to a large black wrought iron gate, he pulls the car up to a small electronic box placed a few feet before the gate, on the left side of the car.
He places the car in park , and then rolls his window down. Steele reaches his arm out and punches in a numbered security code. The gate starts to slowly open. When it’s wide enough for the car to fit through, he begins to drive down a long and narrow paved road.
The road is surrounded by huge oak trees on both sides. The leaves are in full bloom, and the wind is slight making the trees wave in a dance. It’s refreshing and beautiful. Even if I don’t want to see the beauty in it, I do.
A clearing in the trees opens , and I can see a brick mansion style house. Old and rustic hidden within the trees. Steele parks out front of the house, shuts the car off and steps out walking around to my side, opening my door for me.
I want to sit here and refuse to get out, just to piss him off , but that would be childish. I can either try to calm the water between us now by having this conversation with him domestically, or I can argue. In the end it won’t resolve anything.
I have to keep reminding myself about the baby . The doctor estimated me to be about ten weeks pregnant, give or take a few days. But it’s a baby nonetheless. If I want a chance to have some kind of friendship between us for the sake of this child, our child, then I
As soon as I think I’m making headway in getting away from my attacker , I’m suddenly shoved roughly into a car. I try reaching for the door handle to open the door, but it’s locked. I even hit the unlock button on the side panel, and the door still doesn’t budge. So I look up to see who threw me in this car with no intention of letting me out it. It’s none other than the last person I would wish to see right now, walking around the front of the car.
Steele.
He quickly gets in the driver seat and puts his seat belt on then proceeds to take off.
“What do you think you are doing? Are you fucking crazy? You just attacked me.” I yell accusingly.
“Liam ignores me, you changed you r number, and neither of you ever leave the house, so it’s not like I can just walk into your apartment and talk to you. I doubt you would, even if I managed to get ahold of you. So I did what I had to do. We need to talk.”
“So manhandling me and kidnapping me is the right way to go about it?” I ask.
“ I didn’t manhandle you and I wouldn’t call this kidnapping. I just escorted you to my car. It’s not like I’m holding you hostage. Like I said we need to talk.”
“We have nothing to discuss . You must be deranged. Dragging me to your car, when I clearly didn’t want to go, is kidnapping.” I try the door handle lever again. “You even child proof locked the doors, and you are still claiming to be sane?”
“Just relax we’re almost there and then you can say whatever it is you want to say. But when you’re done, you’ll let me speak and you will listen. Then if you ask nicely, I’ll bring you back.” He tells me calmly. Not the least bit bugged by what he has done.
This man does not see reason.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see when we get there.”
I feel like smacking myself in the forehead. I should have never allowed him to enter my hotel room. Fuck, I shouldn’t have allowed him in the bathroom on the tour bus either.
I should have just told the professor no. I could have taken the fail in his class , and made it for it next semester. I would have had to work a little harder, but compared to this shit it would have been a walk in the park.
An hour later I am still steaming in anger. At myself, for all of the foolishness I have allowed and at Steele, for being outlandishly senseless. My arms are crossed over one another, and I just want out of this car. When Steele pulls up to a large black wrought iron gate, he pulls the car up to a small electronic box placed a few feet before the gate, on the left side of the car.
He places the car in park , and then rolls his window down. Steele reaches his arm out and punches in a numbered security code. The gate starts to slowly open. When it’s wide enough for the car to fit through, he begins to drive down a long and narrow paved road.
The road is surrounded by huge oak trees on both sides. The leaves are in full bloom, and the wind is slight making the trees wave in a dance. It’s refreshing and beautiful. Even if I don’t want to see the beauty in it, I do.
A clearing in the trees opens , and I can see a brick mansion style house. Old and rustic hidden within the trees. Steele parks out front of the house, shuts the car off and steps out walking around to my side, opening my door for me.
I want to sit here and refuse to get out, just to piss him off , but that would be childish. I can either try to calm the water between us now by having this conversation with him domestically, or I can argue. In the end it won’t resolve anything.
I have to keep reminding myself about the baby . The doctor estimated me to be about ten weeks pregnant, give or take a few days. But it’s a baby nonetheless. If I want a chance to have some kind of friendship between us for the sake of this child, our child, then I
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