I had screamed the whole way in the car, and now my voice was hoarse. Jonathan didn’t care at all -he carried me straight into the elevator.
It rose directly to the entrance of a penthouse. Still holding me, he stepped out.
I looked around at the unfamiliar space, shaking uncontrollably. “What are you trying to do? Jonathan! Can you just say something?”
Only then did he finally put me down.
I stood at the doorway, staring at the strange apartment, and stepped back. “Where are we?”
“Willowcreek.”
He finally spoke–just one word. No explanation, no emotion.
He kept me boxed in near the entryway, then he pulled out a pair of slippers from a cabinet and set them down by my feet. “Put them on.”
I didn’t respond or move.
He frowned. After changing into his own shoes, he looked up to see me still frozen in place. He
raised an eyebrow. “Want me to put them on for you?”
I shook my head. “I want to leave…”
As soon as I turned to go, he slammed the door shut behind me. His eyes were cold as he stared me down. “You’re not going anywhere unless I say so.”
I took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back.
Jonathan moved toward me, closing the distance fast. Just as my back was about to hit the wall, he suddenly crouched in front of me, grabbed me forcefully, and pulled me down to sit on his knee.
“What are you doing?” I struggled.
He cut me off, clearly out of patience. “Shut up. Elise, I’ve heard you say that same thing over and over tonight.”
“So what if I have? Have you ever listened once?” I shot back, completely unafraid to fight with him.
Jonathan just looked at me, said nothing, and calmly reached down to take off my shoes.
“What are you doing?”
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