The Arrangement

Chapter Twenty-One

Taylor's POV

Victor soon drops me off back home, the thought of how he knows where I live still lingering in the back of my mind.

"See you later?" He asks, looking at me through his car window.

"Yeah," I mutter, still unsure of this whole situation. I'm still not ready to date anyone. I only said yes because he felt really bad about wasting his drink on me and a free dinner sounded nice....at the time.

He gives me this really weird vibe.

"Ok," he smiles. "See you," he says. I smile before turning around and walking off to my front door. I insert my key into the chamber, quickly turning around to see Victor still waiting there in his car.

I sigh and unlock my door, stepping inside and locking my door back. Breathing heavily I turn around and lean on the door, the tears threatening to spill as I think about my best friend.

I sniffle and head upstairs, taking off my cardigan and getting under my warm covers, grabbing my remote and cutting on the TV.

I click on Vampire Diaries, starting the TV show over for what feels like the one thousandth time.

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I wake up to a loud banging noise downstairs. I look up at the TV, the TV show from earlier still playing loudly. I pick up the remote, pausing the TV before another loud banging noise makes me pause, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

I reach over and grab my phone off the charger, looking at the time,

10:47 p.m.

I sigh and put my phone in my pocket, slowly taking the cover off me and hopping out of bed, silently creeping downstairs. I walk down the stairs, looking around cautiously and wrapping my arms around myself protectively.

Once I'm downstairs, I look around, seeing nothing other than the night light shining through my blinds. But something does catch my eye.

My back door is open, wide open.

I gasp and run over to it, closing and shutting it close. I sigh and close my eyes, leaning my head against the now locked door. I open my eyes and turn around, gasping in fear once a gloved hand wraps around my mouth tightly.

"Remember me Taylor?" A familiar man voice says, their eyes staring back at mine, a mask covering his face except his eyes and mouth. My eyes widen as I remember this man.

The same man that hurt me the first time. "I'm guessing you do huh? How's Nicolas doing?" I thrash around, trying to make a run for it, but his grip tightens painfully as tears fill the corners of my eyes.

"Shut up and don't scream. I don't want to have to hurt you anymore than I already have. Just do as I say and there won't be a problem," Terror fills me and I nod, closing my eyes shut and praying silently that this man doesn't hurt me.

"If I move my hand and you scream, I won't be so nice this time, understand?" I nod again vigorously, desperately trying to keep this man from hurting me, or worse.

"Good job," he mumbles, removing his hand from my mouth and caressing the side of my face.

"Just give me what I want, and everything will be fine," he says, bringing his hand down and lightly touching the inside of my thigh. My eyes widen and I whimper, turning my head to the side in fear.