Chapter 3

Chapter Three:

   Rosie Mae's POV

Time stood still as his dark brown, almost black eyes locked onto my blue ones. It was truly as if nothing else in the world existed. Like the two other men in the room weren't even there. I could hear the music blaring through the small room from the party downstairs, filling the thick and heavily silent air between us. A look of danger, curiosity and amusement rested easily behind his eyes.

My body was stiff, unable and not wanting to make any move. I could feel the sweat building from underneath my clothes out of fear and anticipation. The man may have been the most handsome man I had ever seen in real life and on television. He also might've been the scariest person I had ever seen.

Upon entering the room, it was hard to miss the scene I entered myself in. One of the men was kneeled in front of the brown eyed man, the man evidently in charge. The knelt man had a sense of pride and fear written on his face, as if scared in knowing what is about to happen but not allowing that brown eyed man to get the satisfaction of seeing him shake. Another man stood in the corner, leaning back against the wall behind him, evidently unbothered as he lightly puffed on a cigarette. The man in the corner wore the same amused expression.

My gaze fell on the shiny black pistol that rested lazily by his side in the man's hand who stood over the knelt one. I didn't have to see the gun to know what I got myself into. The aura in the room made that abundantly clear to me. The gun was just the nail in the coffin, letting me know that my chances of getting out of this maybe even alive is slim to none.

"Wrong place...wrong time." The man in charge said in a velvet smooth, but taunting tone. His voice and demeanor made my skin crawl. I drew into myself as much as I possibly could, feeling substantially small and meek.

My mouth opened up to say something but no words escaped, not quite knowing what to even say. I guess starting by begging for my life would suffice but I was trembling and my brain felt jumbled.

"Maybe we should reassess the situation." The man in the corner suggested with the slightest of shrugs. It seemed more like he didn't care what the outcome would be but said it anyways. "I told you this shit would happen."

Eyes darting between the three men, my mind began to take the moment I had to brainstorm possible escapes or just an easy way out of the room. It felt impossible in the small bedroom they all stood in. The bed took up most of the space in the middle of the room, only accompanied by a large dresser and night stand. The space between the group of them was very minimal. I'd never make it to the door before being grabbed.

I could either just stand here as I currently am and try nothing to save myself...or I could take the only chance I had and at least attempt to make it out of the room and disappear into the crowd of people partying. I what to at least try.

"It's nothing I can't handle. Relax." The man responded.

Lord knows I'm not the fastest runner or most agile person, I'm actually quite clumsy. Though I gave it my best shot, spinning around on my heal and letting my feet launch me to the door.

My breaths came out heavily as I fumbled for the door handle. I didn't even think to look behind me, not wasting a single second to swing this door wide open and escape the mysterious men.

It was clear to me that the man was in no rush as I heard his heavy footsteps hit the floor in a slow stride from behind me. Just As the door clicked, ready for me to leave, I saw a large hand place itself over the door, simply and slowly closing it.

I could feel the large man standing directly behind me, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body and onto my already sweaty one. His breaths were steady, letting me know his is not phased by my attempt to escape. My eyes bore into the door and my stance stood stiff as a board as I felt the man's free hand grip my arm tightly, beginning to turn me to face him.

I did my best to keep my gaze directed at anything else but him, even as I felt his eyes staring deep into me, making my adrenaline only rise more in fear. I knew I was no match to them, my best bet was to comply at this point. What scared me more than anything was the lack of emotion the man expressed even in the predicament they were in. That only meant he was more dangerous than I initially thought when I walked in.

"I'm not sure if I've ever seen anyone so scared." His velvet, haunting voice said down to me

My phone dinged from the back of my jeans pocket, making me look at him now, fearful of anything leading him to killing her too. He returned her stare, arching an eyebrow as if mentally telling me I should know what is about to happen.

It was more than likely a text from Faith, wondering where I am. I was only supposed to be finding a restroom. Maybe just maybe she will come searching for me when I don't respond to her message.

His hand that was on the door reached for my back pocket. I feel my phone slide out as his other hand stayed steady on my arm. My phone came into view between us, seeing him staring down at the screen, reading the text.

"I don't think you'll be needing this." The man stated, slipping my phone into his front pocket.

The action made me lose hope even more, not knowing I had any left to lose. It only meant I wouldn't be leaving this room. He was already gathering any evidence and taking away my possibilities of getting help or escaping him.

"Please just let me leave." I begged, finally finding my shaky voice amongst the chaos. "I swear I won't say anything. This isn't any of my business."

"Well thanks" the man on the floor said sarcastically.

"Shut the hell up." The man in the corner spat over at the guy. "You're about dead anyway."

My breath hitched a bit when his eyed locked in on mine. It was weird. The entire feeling behind our eyes threw me for a loop. As insane as it sounds, I couldn't help but to feel a little...attracted? I obviously wasn't thinking along those lines given the circumstances but that suddenly changed when this moment happened. I could see he was experiencing the same thing as a flash passed through his eyes.

"You do understand that you just saw me about to kill a guy?" He asked me, drawing his eyebrows together. He doesn't wait for me to answer before stating, "which means you understand that I am going to kill you too."

I blinked up at him.

As if my prayers were answered, someone knocked on the bedroom door. "Rosie?" It was Faith. "Are you in there?" She called out.

I visibly swallowed and so did the man in front of me. I watched as he put his shirt down over the gun that was now tucked in the waistband of his jeans. He exchanged a look with the guy in the corner who gave a nod, answering the silent question asked of him.

"Helloooo?" Faith asked, sounding like she's getting impatient. I'm sure she had been searching for me for a good few minutes now. "I can see the shadows under the door. I know someone is in there. Rosie?!"

I stared at the man as if waiting for him to tell me what to do. My mind was officially in survival mode, wanting to make the right moves so she can just get back to Faith.

"Stand up." He ordered the kneeling man who quickly complained, scurrying to his feet and straightening his shirt down. He gave one last glance to the man in the corner before speaking to me once again.

"Answer her." He told me in a stern tone, letting go of my arm and taking a step back to distance himself from me.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was messing with me. When I could tell he wasn't joking in the slightest, I called out, "yeah I'm in here!"

"I'm coming in." She replies as she opens the door, stepping inside.

I instantly breathed out a sigh of relief upon seeing her next to me. I immediately felt safer.

Faith stopped in her tracks, giving a confused expression as she looked around the room. "What the hell is going on, Eric." She asked the man standing before the two of them.

Eric?

I put two and two together rather quickly.

This was blake's brother Eric.

Eric glanced between the two girls as I watched the wheels turn in his head. A look of realization passed over his face. He chuckled a bit and grinned with a shake of his head. "Rosie...as in my brother's girlfriend, Rosie Mae?" He asked even though it was clear he already knew the answer.

"What a fucking coincidence." The guy in the corner laughed, putting out his cigarette on the window seal. "Always good to see you, Faith." He added with a wink

Faith wore a blush as she said, "the pleasures always mine, Cory."

Eric kept his eyes on me as my head became jumbled with thoughts. I was in shock and it was all very clearly written on my face.

"Are you okay, Rosie?" Faith asked me, giving me a once over. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I give a small smile and nod. "I'm fine"

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