Threatening (Chapter-19)

I thought I will give him the benefit of the doubt. Why not. I didn't have any friends or family to go back to and my home was gone so I would end up homeless until I could find a suitable house. Darren always did talk to me honestly. The only time he had lied to me was when he told me his age plus I was used to his temper problems. In my mind he was trying to help me, and he had done more for me than my parents ever did so I jumped in the deep end and stayed with him but what came with that was a house move.

He was a very strict man. He wouldn't tell me that I could have something and then take it away from me, he told me clearly and straight to the point. An example of this was when I wanted to stay in my own bedroom, he told me no on the spot. I whined and asked him why; his response was my safety and that he was more stubborn compared to me. The same situation happened when I wanted to eat junk food, he told me no because I had eaten pizza for three days in a row and I needed to change it up. He told me that he was only saying no because it was helping me in the long run and not because he wanted to be nasty. He didn't touch a single strand of hair on my head, and I met his friend Alan. He was the man who I met on the very first day, the one who helped Darren kidnap me and for the first time we sat around the dining room table eating and laughing together. 

There was still something off with Darren. I couldn't place my finger on it, but I did notice how manipulative he was. He had me pressed underneath his thumb, but I was able to get all the material things that I wanted. It was his rules, his house and I followed them. I didn't know what would happen if I was to break them, but I continued to listen and follow him. The two of us weren't a match made in heaven and I knew that we could never have a relationship. It was great for me considering I didn't want one. The awkward part was having to sleep in the same bed next to him. As the days passed by, I noticed how we would wake up with our legs ravelled around each other. One morning his arms were wrapped around me, and I was slobbering on his chest. I was mortified when I woke up and my face was stuck to his skin. His chest was rock hard, not the best place for a human head to lay down peacefully. I leaned on my side looking at all of his tattoos because the blanket wasn't covering the top half of his body and he was only wearing boxer shorts. He was a good-looking man in my eyes. His body was built up and I found myself drawing the lines across his abdomen with my finger. I didn't ask myself what I would do if he was to wake up, I just did it and found out when his eyes blinked open. He stared down at me with his arms behind his head wondering what I was doing. I didn't know why I was doing it myself. I had never seen them before in person and I wanted to trace them. Don't get me wrong: I did see toned men in pictures and magazines, but I had the body type there on the bed next to me, so I followed them. Darren smirked down at me as he followed my finger and watched as I focused closely on my task at hand. 

"What are you doing? You woke me up!" 

I giggled and shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have an explanation. I wanted to know how it would feel so I touched his stomach. His eyebrows knitted together. He was amused as he shook his head from side to side. 

"Whatever."

He was still sleepy and closed his eyes trying to go back to sleep. I didn't look at his body and this was the first time that I was looking at him. He lifted his leg up so that it was out of the black blanket and my eyes widened. 

"Your legs are so hairy."

I touched them with the palm of my hand, and he laughed. He was finding my comment hilarious. 

"Haven't you ever seen a male's body before?" 

He was confused as I shook my head. This was the first time that I had looked at a man without clothes on and the first time looking at his. He leaned back on his elbows squinting his eyes lost for words. 

"You have never seen a man's body. Ever. Not in your lifetime. Never." 

"Nope never." I smiled and he shook his head. 

"Your birthday is in a couple of months. You're going to be eighteen and you've never seen a male's body. Wow, and I thought that sixteen was late to lose it."

His eyes widened and I lay down on my side. 

"Don't fucking start." I pointed at him, and he laughed laying back. 

I thought about what he said for a moment. I was seventeen and he was twenty-five. My face changed colour. My blushing cheeks turned cold as I lay there staring through wide eyes. 

"What's up?" He asked me and I turned on my side. I didn't know why it was bothering me, but it was. Seven years older. That's a big age difference I thought to myself. 

"Your age. Your seven years older than me."

"Your point is? Age is a number and it's not as though I'm touching you sexually, is it? I haven't even tried anything so there's no point in going there." I nodded my head. It was true what he was saying. 

"We have another party tonight. My mums going to be there not that I want her to be."

"What is your problem with your mum?" I asked him and he refused to answer my question. He got up out of bed and walked to the shower without looking back. I groaned and threw myself back on the bed. He was too complicated, and I couldn't figure him out as much as I tried to. I was happy in that moment because everything was running smoothly. Me and Darren were getting on very well and I found out the reason why he had kidnapped me. I sighed. I was relieved because I didn't know whether he was going to sell me on or sexually abuse me. Still, there was a chance of that happening because I still didn't know a single thing about him. He told me that he got me off the system and I would have ended up in trafficking so that left me questioning what he was involved in. I had a feeling that I was living in a very dangerous world. 

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