Chapter 5: Sparks

Kate

“Are you okay?” Troy says, coming into view.

“No,” I say, looking up at the trees above, letting the rain run down my face.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He touches my shoulder, sending sparks through my body.

“What was that?” I stand, backing away from him.

“That is our bond. I'm surprised you are just now feeling it.”

“Can you do it again?” I ask cautiously.

“Yes.” He smiles.

He takes my hand, and my eyes widen at his touch. Moving his hand up my arm to my shoulder, he leaves a trail of sparks that makes my head spin. Stopping for a second before cupping my face with his hand and rubbing my cheek with his thumb. My whole body is on fire. I’ve never felt this before. The feeling makes me relax into him. I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in his touch before I hear him speak.

“Our bond is strong and will only get stronger after I mark you.”

“No!” I shove him away and turn to run.

“Kate, please.”

He grabs my arm, and I punch him in the face. He does not seem phased but looks annoyed.

“Let go of me!” I yell.

“Please just calm down.”

“No, let go!” I threw my elbow into his stomach, making him wince.

I take my chance and run without looking back. He’s gaining on me, and I hear him yelling for me to stop. This only makes me run faster, but I get tripped up on some tree roots. I fall into the mud face-first.

“Are you done now, because this is getting old.” His voice is more aggressive than before.

I reach for a nearby stick. Without a word, I swing it with all my strength, hitting him in the face. He staggers back, holding his face. I try to stand but slip on the mud, so I start to crawl backwards, trying to put some distance between us. He looks at me with dark yellow eyes and blood dripping down his face.

“That’s enough!” He growls.

He picks me up with ease and throws me over his shoulder. I kick and scream, hitting his back with my hands.

“Put me down now!” I demand.

He continues to walk back to the house without a word. Once inside, he carries me upstairs and into the bedroom I woke up in. He sits me on the bed and walks to a dresser on the other side of the room and pulls out a rope. Running past him, I aim for the door. He puts his arm up to stop me. I duck under his arm, and he grabs my waist. Throwing me on the bed, he climbs on top of me, pinning me down. He takes the rope that he got from the dresser and ties my hands to the headboard with some slack. After he lets me up, I pull at the ropes. They won’t budge. I look at him with hate and anger raging inside me.

“Why are you doing this to me? I just want to go home!”

“It’s for your own safety. I’ll be back later to check on you.” He says with a look of disappointment.

I watch with tears filling my eyes as he walks out of the room and locks the door behind him. I take a look around the room. The walls are a dark gray with black trim. A large bookcase was sitting in the corner by the chair Troy was sitting on. The floor is hardwood with a rug by the end of the bed. It’s a beautiful room. I lay down thinking about everything that is happening. What am I going to do now? A million things are going through my mind. Getting lost in thought, I look out the window. What is going to happen to me?