You Are Mine

CHAPTER 44

~Yolanda's POV~

Slowly prying my eyes open that felt oddly heavy, I pandiculated in an attempt to rid the drowsiness.

A hammering headache creeped it's way as I positioned myself upright in bed. While massaging my head in an attempt to ease the searing pounding, my fingers swept across the silky sheets.

Wait... my bed isn't this soft and it definitely does not have silk sheets....

I held my face in my hands, trying to shake the confusion and haziness clouding my mind.

Why can't I remember anything? What happened? Did I drink again?

Contemplating on these thoughts worsened the throbbing in my head. For some reason why goosebumps washed over me. I felt an uncanny feeling of being watched. I glanced around the room. This isn't my room. My room isn't this dark!

Luscious and vague light quietly creeped in through the windows, dimly lighting the room. The misty, silvery moonlight calmed the unsettling paranoia arising in my gut.

By now, my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. I glanced at the navy blue silky sheets that covered my waist downwards. On both sides of the king size bed sat dark oak nightstands that occupied a solitary lamp on each table.

On my far left, I could make out the outline of a door which I assume is the bathroom.

"Your eyes seem like it glows" my gaze instantly darted in the direction of the voice.

No one stood there. Did I imagine it? No. It sounded real. It felt real.

Squinting my eyes to peer into the other side of the room before me, where the dim moonlight was beyond reach, I caught the outline of a figure standing in the far corner of the room.

A silhouette of a tall being observed me. It approached stealthily, menacingly towards me as I instinctly backed away until my back hit the headboard.

Is this another nightmare?

Pulling my knees to my chest, I silently hoped that this was indeed mere nightmare. With my heart beating horror throughout my body, my eyes met a pair of familiar electrifying blue orbs. Perplexity swept through me.

Brian sat by the foot of the bed. He seemed deep in thought that appeared sinister. That's when the memory of the fateful incident flooded my mind. The attack at the safe house..... the cunning yet deceiving manipulation that I believed that led to my strategically planned kidnapping.... getting drugged..... and now..... now I'm stuck. I'm trapped only God knows where!

I scolded myself for being so foolish. For being easy prey. The more I pondered on what happened five hours earlier, the more abundant the regret grew.

I hadn't realized the salty liquid that trickled down my cheeks. Nor had I noticed Brian sitting right in front of me, just an inch of a gap separating our bodies.

"Y-you drugged m-me" my lips trembled as I uttered those words.

I felt so stupid but at the same time I never in a hundred tries would have thought that Brian was my stalker. The Unknown. All sorts of emotions bubbled in me as I kept my gaze fixed to my lap.

Denial, betrayal, anger, sadness and just a hint of fear. Betrayal weighed heavier than the others. He is... was my friend. Someone I trusted like family, that's probably one of the reasons why the once overpowering fear now had pathetic effect on me.

I should be terrified of him, I am but not now. Right now, I felt hoodwinked, betrayed and purely enraged. Little did I know that soon the fear had only momentarily vanished would make a comeback and would stay embedded in my senses.