Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Diane’s POV

Falling asleep became quite futile after that whole Pete or whatever he was called event, and do you want to know what became even more futile?

To quit thinking about him…He was the only thing my mushy brain could think of as I laid in bed all night, and the only name I found myself whispering into the dark room in the silence.

“I don’t like this!” I said to myself, shaking my head but what could I do? Absolutely nothing. He haunted my memories like a plague and instead of thinking about how he had tricked me into following him here, all I could think of was how his lips felt against my skin.

What exactly was wrong with me?I didn’t like the fact that he, despite what he was, had this sort of strong hold on me and to think that he had kidnapped me against my own will was a different case altogether.

How exactly was I having these sorts of thoughts for someone who kidnapped me?Things only got better… or worse when the large clock in the hallway sang a melodious