“It’s okay.” His voice was soft. “I know you’re confused. It’s okay.”
“I’m not confused.” I opened my eyes. “I just want to leave.”
“You can’t leave until the boss says you can.”
“What’s he going to do to me?”
“I won’t let him do anything to you, Evie.” His voice was rough. “In every wolf pack, there is an alpha. And in this case I’m the King.”
I stood there staring at him and rubbing the soap softly off of my body, imagining it was his fingers touching me. I shivered as he stood there staring at me with a closed off expression. What was Tyler talking about? What was he going to do? And if he was going to help me, would he expect something from me? And if he did, would that be something I’d be willing to give?
“Don’t leave me in here.” I said softly as Tyler walked to the door of the room he’d brought me to. “Please.”
“You’ll be safe.” He stood by the door and frowned. “He won’t come in and do anything. I’ll make sure of that.”
“How long am I going to be in here?” I looked around the small bedroom and sighed. “And have I been kidnapped?”
“You came here of your own volition, did you not?”
“Yeah, but I—”
“So I’m pretty sure you weren’t kidnapped.” He opened the door. “Just relax.”
“How am I supposed to relax?” I ran over to him. “Let me leave.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet.”
“When it’s the right time.”
“What happened to Eugenie? I know you know.” I asked him again, hoping to break through to him. I knew this was his job, but if his boss was a psycho, he had to know what he was capable of. I refused to believe that he would just leave me here.
“I don’t even know who Eugenie really was.” He shrugged. “Stay in the room and be quiet. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Why won’t Grant let me leave?”
“I can’t tell you that.” He shook his head. “Please stay in here and be quiet. If you make a lot of noise I’ll have to handcuff you.”
“What?” My voice rose and he pursed his lips.
“This is crazy.” I shouted. “I feel like I’m in the twilight zone. What’s going on here?” I tried to grab his arm, but he walked away from me and out of the door. He pulled the door closed behind him and I heard a key turning. I tried to turn the handle, but the door wouldn’t open. Why me? I banged on the door for a few seconds and then stepped back. I didn’t want Tyler to come back and handcuff me. Then I’d really start to panic. How had I not seen that Grant was a psycho? I was so confused by everything. I just didn’t understand what was going on. Why oh why had I let Hailey talk me into this? Why had I thought it would be a good idea to spend the night with Grant? What dance did I think was five grand? Especially a dance from someone like me. I went and sat on the bed and tried to think. What was I going to do now? I tried not to feel bad for myself. I knew that wasn’t going to get me out of this predicament. Then I thought about what I would tell someone else to do in this situation. I wasn’t an investigative reporter for nothing. I needed to find out why Grant wouldn’t let me leave and what had happened to Eugenie. I decided to look around the room to see if I could find any clues. It was the only thing I could think to do that wouldn’t make me feel like I was about to lose it. I knew I needed to keep my mind occupied. I looked around the room and saw a large closet and decided to explore in there first.
As soon as I opened the closet I froze. It was filled with women’s clothes. Were these Eugenie’s clothes? I bit my lower lip as I went through the pockets of all of the trousers. I didn’t feel like I was snooping in the closet. I mean I was just looking through the clothes. It’s not every day you get locked in a room with nothing to do. It’s not every day that you think you’ve been kidnapped¸ even if you did go to the house voluntarily. I was searching through a pocket when I saw a stack of letters on the top shelf. My heart froze and I pulled them off of the shelf quickly. They were all stacked carefully, with a small silver paperclip keeping them together. I held them to me and looked towards the door to make sure no one was about to come into the room. I walked back to the bed and looked at the pile of handwritten letters anxiously. I stared at the first letter and immediately my eyes started reading.
The first kiss was like poison. Once I had a taste of him, I was dead. Once he had a taste of me he was crazy. We were crazy in love. We were crazy in the head. We were parasites to each other. I didn’t know how to get away. How do you leave the man you love? How do you cleanse yourself of toxins when your body craves them? I don’t know the answer. All I know is that I’m consumed by him.
There was no name at the bottom of the letter, but all I could think is that Eugenie must have written the letter. I eagerly placed the first letter next to me on the bed and read the second one.
He took me out today. I thought he was going to give me my freedom. I cried at the possibility of my loss. He cried too, but for a different reason. We made love in the fields. There were flowers of every color: green, red, yellow, blue, purple, and pink. They filled my every sense. I felt like I was in another world. I wanted to be in another world. I didn’t want the magic to stop. I didn’t want to go back.
My heart started beating rapidly as I read the letters. What did she mean by she thought he was going to give her her freedom. Had Grant kidnapped her as well? I quickly turned to the next letter.
I got high today. It felt good. I didn’t tell him and I feel guilty. I think he knows though. I don’t want him to know where I got the drugs. I don’t want him to know what I did or my secrets. I feel dirty. But I also feel good. God help me, but I love this feeling. I’m flying so high. I’m f**king flying on a magic carpet and he’s taking me to hell and back.
I shivered and turned to the next letter quickly.
Am I crazy? I lied. He lied. I want to leave before I break down. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have trusted him. He’s going to be my downfall. And now it’s over.
What had Eugenie lied about? Was it the drugs again? I felt frustrated reading the letters and not knowing exactly what she was talking about.