“Did Beast send you over here to pressure me? I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”
“No, he didn’t. I’m over here to see if you know anything so we can get our shit back in order.”
“Well, if Beast wants to know something, maybe he should come and ask me about it.”
The smug asshole smiles across from me. He’s a handsome guy with his leather vest on and that smile which promises naughty fun. “You have a little fire in you.”
“I watched my mother be killed in the street. What do you think would happen to a person? I have to finish my homework. If you speak to my captor, please tell him I’m bored.”
I climb off the chair without looking back at him. If I’m going to be treated like someone being held captive, I might as well act the part.
“Oh, Bella!”
I turn to look at him for a brief second. I notice he has a bag in his hand I didn’t see before for some reason. “What?” I’m staring at that bag as if it’s going to bite me.
He walks over to me handing it off to me as he brushes past me. “Here’s your stuff from your dad’s house. Your books, clothes, laptop, makeup and those sexy bras you have are in there too.”
“You went through my drawers?” I admonish.
Dragon winks at me. “Yep. I didn’t pack your plastic pleasure boyfriend though. Wouldn’t want to make Beast jealous!”
I feel the urge to hit him. He went through my stuff? What the actual fuck. He found my vibrator? I’ve never used the thing before, but that’s sacred!
“Oh my god! You went through my shit?”
He smiles at me. “I packed your sexy thongs for you to wear with Beast!”
“Well, when you talk to Beast, tell him I’m bored as fuck and I’m ready to go home!” I shout as I stomp with my loot to my room.
I pass a room that has a pad lock on it towards the end of the hallway right before you get to the bathroom. I’ve never seen a room with a pad lock on the door. With everything I am, I stop myself from going in there to explore. I want to know what is in that room. Anything to learn more about Beast.
Beast my captor.
The man who I know so little about but am living in his house.
It isn’t until I hear the door slam shut, I throw myself on the bed with all my stuff.
Have you ever gone to someplace new and you open your bag which smells like home? That’s how I feel right now. I smell home in this bag.
“Who can tell me the answer to the problem on the board?” Mr. Hernandez asks the class.
Of course, I knew the answer before he even finished the problem! I can tell when my classmates get tired of me having all the answers because their eyes start to narrow as they look at me and their answers get more pissy. I can’t help it if I use deductive reasoning and am able to find out the answers quicker than every one else.
I raise my hand knowing I’m about to piss off the rest of the class I’m in. It’s not my fault that they don’t do the homework or care about the class.
“Yes, Bella,” the teacher calls on me right when the door opens.
In walks our principal. “I need to see Bella please.”
Everyone does an assortment of “oohs” and “ahhs” as I gather up all my stuff to leave the room. What the hell could have happened where I would be called out of class?
“One of your family’s friends are here to come take you home. I’m sorry, but there seems to have been an accident at home,” the principal says to me.
I furrow my eyebrow while trying to keep up with how fast he’s walking. “What do you mean?”
He smiles weakly. “I’m sorry, Bella. You’ll have to wait until you get home.”
Roman’s standing in front of the principal’s office with his whole biker getup on. I can see the teachers stopping to do a double take on him along with some of the students. He’s not a bad looking guy. He’s an asshole who will kill you if you look at him wrong.
