Writing Prompt – Day 71
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You find yourself in a locked room…
My example :
I’m snuggled up in the crook of Tommy’s arm. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and I’m pretty sure we’ve just christened this room.
I roll over to check my phone, but I must have misplaced it because it’s not there. I could have swore I left it there, but I’ll worry about that later. Right now, this moment is about me and him.
Tommy’s soft lips press up against mine and a tingle spreads down the length of my body.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispers in my ear.
I freeze. We’ve only just started dating, and I do love the way I feel when I’m with him, but it’s too soon for ‘I love you’s.’
All I can manage is a forced smile and I can only hope he’s not offended. As much fun as tonight was, I’m almost instantly regretting it now.
His eyes gaze into mine as if he’s waiting to hear me say it back. I snuggle up closer to him, burying my face into his chest to hide my reaction. At the very least, I hope it eases the tension building between us.
“How do you feel about what I just told you?” he asks.
“Mmhm,” I mumble. “Do you work tomorrow?” I ask, trying my best to distract him.
He lifts my chin up to meet his soft brown eyes. “Are you trying to avoid what I just confessed to you?” he grins.
My heart races in my chest and words are caught in my throat. I’m not good at this whole ‘feelings’ thing and the last thing I want to do is hurt him in any way while we are both naked in bed together.
“I- I think I’m falling in love with you too,” I lie.
Tommy instantly bursts out laughing. “You should’ve seen your face,” he says, playfully pushing me away from him. “It was priceless.”
My face is full of confusion.
He rolls out of bed and tosses on his jeans. As he’s fastening his buckle, he glances over at me and starts laughing again. Once his buckle is fastened, he crawls over me and plants a kiss on my cheek.
“I’m just fuckin with ya,” he says. “I know we’ve only just started dating. You can relax now.”
My shoulders drop and I take a breath after realizing I’ve been holding it. I nudge his shoulder and then I burst out laughing too.
“That was not funny. At all,” I say. “I thought you were completely serious.”
He shakes his head and then rolls back off the bed. Tossing on his shirt, he covers up his perfectly chiseled abs and I have to admit I’m sad to see them go.
“I’m going to run down and grab a drink of water. You want anything?” he offers.
“No, I’m good. I’ll meet you down in five minutes. I’m going to get dressed and find my phone first.”
He shrugs. “Okay, see you down in five,” he smirks.
Something about his smirk makes me uneasy but I can’t figure out why. Maybe because I’ve never seen this side of him before. He’s funny, but normally not in bad taste.
I watch him shut the door behind him and I’m thankful for the privacy. Sex was good but it wasn’t worth humiliating me like that. I suppose to some girls that would be funny, but I just might be more rigid than most.
I search the floor for my clothes and then quickly toss them on. I’ll find my phone in a minute but first, since I have a few minutes before he’s expecting me downstairs, I’ll scope out his room. You can learn so much about a person just by how they maintain their personal space.
I already know he owns this home and lives alone, but I want to find out more intimate details about him. Looking around, I realize there’s much here to see. I didn’t notice this before since we were practically making out the entire way up here. And of course, I was preoccupied with other things to even care about where we ended up.
So there’s a bed, two nightstands, no pictures or decorations on the walls, a small bookshelf with a few untitled books, and a lamp. I head over to the closet and glance in it, but it’s empty. Maybe this isn’t his room?
This must be a spare bedroom.
I don’t know how to feel about the fact that he didn’t want me to have sex with him in his own bedroom but then again, our relationship is so new. Maybe he wants to make sure we are going to last before I have the honors of getting to know him more intimately.
I still need my phone before I head down and since there’s not much here, it should be plenty easy to find. It’s not in the pocket of my jeans I’m wearing and since it’s not on either nightstand, I search around the floor. The bed is raised on a frame and I kneel on my hands and knees to check under it, but it’s not there either.
Well damn.
Maybe it dropped out of my pocket on the way up here. I’ll have Tommy call my phone and we can search for it before I leave.
I wish there was a mirror in here so I can make sure I look okay, but since there’s not, I rake my fingers through my hair in hopes to make it look half-way decent. Then I wipe under my eyes with the collar of my shirt to swipe any excess mascara that may have fallen there.
Okay, I’m ready now. Reaching for the door handle, I try to turn it but it barely moves. I jiggle it some more but I realize it’s locked. My heart skips a beat.
Is this another one of his sick jokes? So not funny. If we are going to continue seeing each other, I have to set him straight on what’s acceptable and what’s not.
I knock on the door and call out his name. When I don’t hear him coming up the stairs, I figure I need to make some more noise. I bang on the door and yell louder.
Still nothing.
Now I’m really starting to panic. I don’t like feeling trapped. I was trapped once as a little girl and it traumatized me. I need out of this room now before it suffocates me.
I frantically bang on the door, screaming “Tommy” as loud as I possibly can. I don’t hear anything.
No, no, no.
This can’t be happening.
I told him five minutes. It’s been past that I’m sure. He’ll be here any minute. I sink to the floor, trying to calm my nerves, but the damn walls are caving in on me.
A second wind comes over me and I leap to my feet, twisting the knob in hopes I was mistaken.
Still locked.
I thrash my body up against the door but it doesn’t budge.
Bile works its way up the back of my throat and I think I’m going to be-
Vomit splashes from the carpet onto my feet but there’s not one part of me that cares right now. I’m having a hard time catching my breath and I need out of here right fucking now. I glance around to see if there’s a window but for some God forsaken reason, there is not one damn window in this room.
I cover my ears and scream as loud as I can until a pulse throbs in my temples.
Why isn’t he coming back for me?
I crawl into the bed and curl up in a ball, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to escape in my mind to anywhere but this tiny room I’m trapped in.
I’m trying to even out my rigid breaths but I’m failing at gaining control. Laying here in a ball isn’t helping any either. I pace the floor, trying to conjure up a plan in my head. But I’ve got nothing.
How could I have not known how psycho Tommy is? Why is he doing this?
I bang on the door some more. “Why are you doing this to me? Tommy! Let me out!” I scream.
My heart is thrashing in my chest and I feel like I’m going to throw up again. I head to the other side of the room and lean my back on the wall. I slide my body down and hug my knees into myself. Then I gently rock back and forth, singing a soft lullaby until my body goes numb.
Just then, Tommy swings the door open, and his mouth hangs open. He steps into my vomit as he rushes over to me. “Oh my God, what the hell happened Bri? Are you okay?”
I don’t answer. I continue rocking and singing, trapped in the safety of my own mind.
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