Samuel's P. O. V. I puffed out the smoke from my cigarette and drank from the glass of alcohol in my other hand before staring into the dark night. I watched the city from the hotel balcony as I waited for Matteo to meet with me. We had a lot to finish. After taking Roselle back to the house, I had to leave immediately because I couldn't get rid of this guilt I was feeling. I felt like an idiot going off on her like that. She crossed a line when she slapped me but that didn't warrant me hitting her like that and even locking her in there for days. After putting her inside the bathroom, I couldn't stand myself so I left. I didn't know why I did that but I knew that I needed some time alone to cook myself after speaking with Matteo. I remember Matteo meeting me at a casino as I started drinking. "Hey hey slow down a bit, will ya?" Matteo had said as he grabbed a
I continued to wake and pass back into unconsciousness a few times. Sometimes the bright light hurt my eyes, sometimes I'm met with a pitch darkness. I found myself drifting away once in a while until I felt the stinging sensation in my throat. I woke up feeling dehydrated. My lips hurt from being so dry and my throat felt soar. I found myself still laid on the now wet floor of the bathroom. My hair was damp and smeared on my head and forehead. My body was soaked in water, my shirt and sweatpants dampen. I didn't know how I managed to get all this water on my body. The bright light burned my eyes so I squint my eyes as I strained them towards the door. Only when I tried to move closer to the door did I find that I didn't have any strength in me. I didn't know how long I've been in this bathroom but as I tried to remember how I ended up here, I felt the memory being too distant to me. After Samuel punched me in the face, he had tossed me in he
Roselle's P O V. I saw the anger that crossed Samuel's eyes as I landed a slap on his face. My heart made a bolting beat instantly . I hadn't intended to slap him but his words made me angry for some reason unknown to myself . Samuel grabs my hard with an urgent force as he rose to his feet angrily. This was my chance to escape from him. If I screamed right now these people would intervene and it would definitely lead to my escape from him. There was no doubt what he would do to me if he suceeds in taking me away from here. But something kept stopping me. I couldn't do it. Not like this. "Come on!" He said angrily as he pulled me roughly out of my chair and pushed me towards the exit door. I noticed a few people looked up at us as he roughly pushed me. They all looked concerned but neither of them said a word. Because it wasn't any of their business that's why. Samuel's grip around my wrist was hard and crushing but I couldn'
Rose's P. O. V. After having the not so interesting dinner with Samuel Curtez, I retired back to my room. As I remained there, all I could think about was what my father was up to right now. As the night dragged along, I found I couldn't sleep. Camille was already gone and the loneliness was starting to eat me whole. My hands itched for my cellphone. I felt angry that Samuel would take away my life like this. I wasn't always a sociable person; I don't often go out there and take pictures of myself with a bunch of friends and post them online. Even when I did do that it was once, during a camping week in Louisiana. I only have a few people that I could actually call my friends. And it ranged from the wannabe Alexa. She was a blond girl with brains and perfect body which earned her the position of a cheerleader and class rep. She was a pain in the arse and I couldn't call us friends, maybe we were frenemies. And then there was Monice
Rose's P. O. V. I woke up to the sound of tender voices coming from the hallway. I rose up and walked gently towards the door. The door is left open today because as soon as I stepped close to the glasses, they beeped and slid open automatically. I stopped for a while and put my head out, watching the hallway to see if the coast was clear. It was completely clear. There wasn't a soul standing by. 'you can take that stairs and hurry out, Rose, you'll be out of this place before you know it.' a voice in my head said but I knew I would be making a big mistake by doing what I was thinking of doing. I knew Samuel Curtez meant every single thing he said he would do to me if I tried to escape one more time. And I'm taking his words to heart. As much as I wanted to get out of here, I needed to do it perfectly and not get killed in the process. I stepped out completely into the hall as the voices I'm hearing earlier reach
Roselle's P. O. V I didn't try to fight Samuel as he pulled me with him. I just let him lead me out of his office room. He takes a turn by his first right and we came into a living room. This looked like a completely different side of the house that I've never seen before. The living room is much wider and beautiful, the color of the decor and the walls mature, all a mixture of milky coffee and white with a hint of grey. I wondered if this was his side of the house. He pulls me across the living room towards the wide stairs at the side. "Where are you taking me?" I asked him curiously. I'm going to have to start a fuss if he keeps pulling me towards that stairs without telling me what was waiting for me up there. "If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it in my office room Roselle, I can hide your body better in there." He said as he pulled me up the stairs and I followed reluctantly. "I'm not