Chapter TwelveElla’s Point of View ‘What did you do?!’ I screamed as I ran into the room, ‘What the fuck did you do?’ I went straight to Peyton and saw her arm was in a sling, ‘What’s this?’ ‘Just keep him away from me!’. ‘What did he do?’ I repeated, slightly annoyed, for what felt like the 50th time. I looked over at the two men, now standing together, looking just as confused as I was. Michael said something and they both went into the bathroom and closed the door. Well, I suppose the fact they were giving us some privacy was something, nothing amazing, but something. ‘W-we were talking and then... And then... He was being really nice and complimented me and..’ ‘He complimented you? And?’ I was waiting for the big awful thing that made her scream, but the more she rambled on, the more it became clear that... Nothing had actually happened. ‘So.. he complimented you, and you freak out?’ She just glared at me, like I had said something wrong. ‘Are you for real?’ ‘What?’ ‘They
Chapter Thirteen I tossed and turned and eventually woke up all together. It wasn’t until I sat up and looked around, confused as to where I was, and then remembered again, that I realized just how freezing cold it was. My arms were pricked up with goosebumps and I shivered. Why the hell was it so cold? ‘Michael?’ I called out into the pitch-black room. ‘Michael?’ There was some groaning and mumbling but eventually, a voice in the dark answered; ‘Yeah?’ ‘Why is it so cold?’ ‘It's an old house, Just wrap yourself up in the duvet’. ‘I have’. There was silence again. I figured he’d just fallen back to sleep, so laid back down and closed my eyes, attempting to just try and forget about it… which was easier said than done. It wasn’t until I felt the bed dip that my eyes shot open and I sat up. ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ I screamed, holding the covers up to my chest. I wasn’t naked, but I still felt uncomfortable with him being this close to me, in this situation. He was tople
Author's Note: There is so many Point of View changes in these first chapters because I want you (the reader) to have a good understanding of what each character is thinking and feeling. Plus, there are other things going on within the house that Ella and Peyton wouldn’t know about, hence why I’m giving you an insight into Michael, Damon and Luke’s thoughts/lives. As the story progresses, the book will swap to Ella’s Point of View only (Except for the odd snippet/chapter here and there) Enjoy!! *************************************** Chapter Fourteen Ella’s Point of View My hand was on the door handle, but I stopped. All those what-ifs running around in my head, if I did this, I’d be ruining any chance I had at Michael LETTING me go, which, in the long run was probably my best option… I looked over my shoulder at the man still fast asleep, before I let go of the door handle and tip-toed my way back to the bed, putting my shoes carefully on the floor and got back under the sh
Chapter Fifteen Peyton’s Point of View Walking back into Luke’s room, He closed and locked the door behind us. I just kept my head down and walked over to the bed, sitting down with my back to him. ‘Why the hell did you run? Even after last night, what we spoke about, you still don’t feel safe with me?’ He asked me. I could hear the …almost vulnerability in his voice, but I didn’t look at him, I couldn’t… *-*-*-*-* The Night Before *-*-*-*-* Arriving in Luke’s room, he closed the door and walked past me, fiddling with someone on the bookcase. I just stood awkward;y in the room, not really sure what to say or do. ‘What made you this way? What made you want to hurt people?’ He didn’t turn to look at me, he didn’t answer me either, ‘I just want to understand you more’. He dropped whatever he was holding, it made a loud clattering noise. ‘Please?’ Sighing, he turned to face me. He didn’t look impressed. ‘I don’t want to talk about it’. ‘Why?’ I pushed. ‘Because it's none o
TRIGGER WARNING! While there are no details, there is mention of Gang-rape and torture in this chapter. For updates, chapter previews and exciting book announcements, including updates on The Deviant CEO Book III, follow me on Instagram @amandastjames.vw ********************************Chapter Sixteen Ella’s Point of View A couple of hours had passed since Peyton and Luke left the room. We hadn’t gone further than the kiss, and as soon as reality came back to me, it stopped immediately. I had no idea what came over me… and then not long after that… the kissing resumed. It was strange, it was like… I knew it was wrong and I knew that it shouldn’t happen, that I needed to stop it when it was happening but then as soon as it did stop... I didn’t want it to. I was so confused. Currently, we were laid on the bed, he wasn’t on top of me, just leaning over me, and we were locked in an intense make-out session. I knew I should stop it, but honestly… I didn't want to. We were so preocc
Chapter Seventeen When I opened my eyes again, I looked up at Michael. Why wasn’t I dead? He pulled the trigger, I know he did. ‘Again’. I heard Damon demand, and there was another click, and another, and another, but... Nothing happened. Taking the gun away from my head, He looked in the chamber and then turned to his friends. ‘It's empty’. Damon let out a loud, evil laugh. ‘Of course, it's fucking empty.’ As soon as I heard the words, I burst into tears, crying, relieved, I was never in any danger, at least, not from being shot. Thank fucking god! Michael looked at Luke, and he checked his gun, also empty. It was all just a mind game. Why? To test them? To test if they would rally shoot us? Kill us? Damon walked around behind me and Peyton and grabbed us by the backs of our necks; ‘You both have 48 hours to play with and then kill these bitches. After that, me and Joey will do the job’. He pushed us forward, releasing us as we fell to the floor at Michaels's feet. With
Chapter Eighteen ‘Good Evening Sir. I’m Officer Ronald, and this is Officer Cal, We are investigating an incident that happened at a Local 7-Eleven a few nights ago’. A 7-eleven? What? ‘Can we come in and ask you a few questions?’ 'Sure, I’m Officer Jones, I work for the LAPA myself, How can I help?’ Wait, what?! I looked at Peyton, She seemed just as horrified and confused as I was. He was a fucking Police Officer?! Damon? The one who seemed to be actively pushing Michael and Luke to do all sorts of things to us, to murder us, who helped hurt both of us that first night, HE is a POLICE OFFICER?! The two uniformed officers came in and Damon shut the door. They looked over at us, sat on the sofa and the woman smiled. ‘I see you have company, we won’t be long’. She told him. ‘What is this about exactly?’ Damon asked, he seemed to be the one taking the lead with this whole charade. ‘Well, There was a robbery at the convenience store that you went to at approximately-’ She chec
Chapter Nineteen Love’s Point of View The very loud and very annoying buzz of my alarm clock woke me up. I slowly opened just one of my eyes to reach out and grab it, turning it off and then groaned in happiness as I rolled over and hooked my arm over, expecting to find my boyfriend, but he wasn’t there. I’d love to say this wasn’t a common occurrence, but unfortunately, it was. He was rarely here when I woke up. He would be there when I go to sleep, he would be there if I woke up in the night for the toilet or to get a glass of water, but by the time the sun comes up, he’d be gone. Admittedly, sometimes it was because he had work, but even on days I know he doesn’t, he’s never normally here in the morning. Knowing I wouldn’t get back to sleep now, no matter how hard I tried, I threw the covers off myself and walked over to the pile of clothes I had set out last night for today, and headed to the bathroom. I had a bath last night, but since my boyfriend spent the best part of t