[{Sorry it's taking so long to get the chapters out, I'm still kinda out of it from my Aunt's death.}]
"Erin?" A familiar voice asked, I turned around and looked at Dakota, a wave of relief washing over me. Not a second after he said my name I was off of the sofa and in front of him. I looked into his forever green eyes and saw no apology behind them. He didn't care that I was abused by some phyco freak! There had to be a bruise on my cheek from the crazed man I had met! Relief was no longer in me, but a horrible, comsuming anger.
"How could you Dakota?" I yelled at him, still washed up in my furyof being left alone. "You just left me in some strange, dark, room alone! And then I try and find you and Mr.Whats-His-Problem finds it amuseing to attack me!" I glare at him "How could you Dakota?" I was now only referring to the being left alone part, and he knew that.
Now I should have known better than to yell. I also should have known to stay in that god-foresaken, dark, room, but that didn't happen either. I tended to act before I thought, though when I did think I usually went with my first reaction anyways. You could call it stubborness. Another thing I shuld have known is that Dakota would be a tad bit p.ssed at the current situation.
"Don't you ever yell at me like that again," he snarled through his teeth. Dakota raised his hand like I had seen earlier, demonstrated by the man I would forever hate, I knew he was about to hit me.
This shocked me, Dakota had always been gentle, caring, not brutal.
I turned my head and slammed my eyes shut, preparing for the pain I knew was about to be forced upon myself. After a few seconds nothing happened, I turned and looked at Dakota, his hand was now balled in a fist at his side.
"Let this be a warning to you," he began, "this is a place where you will receive no warnings for the mistakes you make." His voice was that of someone trying to calm himself down, with a forced kindness mixed in. I noticed that he was doing his best to make himself unangry, and I don't care if that's not a word, it's what he was doing. "The man you met, the one who hurt you," I noticed his fist ball up tighter at those words, "his name is Cameron. There is another one of us whom you will encounter, his name is Justin. If I were you I'd stay clear away from them both."
I nodded in respnce as the door beside Dakota opened once more, it was Mr.Whats-His-Problem, or Cameron, I perferred the first name.
"Explain this!" he yelled sternly pointing a rather long index finger towards me.
"This," Dakota said while his voice was rasing in anger once more, "This is the reason we live in this f...king castle!" Cameron's eyes widened.
"You should have told me that before you brought her here, I'd have never hurt her if that were the case." He walked over to me in one stride,his face showing regret, but it didn't make it to his eyes, those black, never ending holes of his. Those eyes showed anything but regret, infact, I thought I could make out amusement in them, he regretted nothing. It was no skin off of my back, I could care less what he thought as long as he stayed away from me. "I'm sorry my angel," he said, taking my hand in his raher large one, "I did not know." Did not know my skinny, white, butt. He raised my hand to his mouth, kissing first my finger tips, and then the center of my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. All I could feel at this moment was disgusted, how I loather him already! The nerve he had only made me angrier, though I dared not show it.
"It's perfectly fine," I said slowly, "you're ignorance is obviously a miscommunication of some sort." I forced a smile on my face, and everyone in the room knew my words were filled with poision, though Mr.Problem dealed with it quite nicely.
"Of some sort," he repeated softly, putting my hand back down, thankfully. It took all my self control to not swipe it away from those deadly fingers of his the first time they touched mine! I glared at him as he like-wise did to me, though with less hatrid and more, amusement?I pulled my anger together before I let thosedark eyes of hisinfuriate me once more. "I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said,I didn't care, I already knew hisname. "I'm Cameron, but if you wish you may call me Cam." Nah, I'll stick with Mr.Problem.
"I'm Erin," I said, and for good measure, I added, "nice to meet you Cameron." He flashed a smile at me, though I could tell it was just as forced as the one I had displayed earlier.
"Erin, Dakota and I need to speak, alone." hepaused, as he let that sink in, oh great Dakota was going to let me be left alone again!"Do you remember whereyour room is?" Of course I do, what do you think I am, stupid? Sarcasim raced through my mind.
"No," I responded curtly.
"Go up two floors, and on the right, seven doors down, is where your room is. The door is wooden with a fancy brass doorknob."
"Okay," I said, wanting to get out of here. I looked at Dakota, who seemed to be relevently calm now. Seeing him made some anger bubble back up, why did he continue to leave me alone? I looked away from him as I left the room, hoping he understood how I felt.
As I walked towards the stairs I felt something tap my shoulder, I thought it was Dakota. I turned to lookat him, but nobdy was behind me, weird. I quickened my pace and once I reached the stiars, took those two at a time. When I reached the top I looked swiftly behind me, making sure no one was there. I reached my door and something covered my mouth, creating me to scream, though the sound was defened by the thing in front of it. A hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from the door, and once I was away, covered my eyes with some sort of fabric so quickly that one instant I was able to see, and the next, nothing! Their hand was still was over my mouth, and I felt fear rippleing through my system. This day had gone on so long, why did things keep happening?
As I felt myself being dragged down the hallway I let out an exasperated sigh, not even bothering to scream anymore. I'd resume doing that when, and if, this moron let go of my mouth.
