Meeting the Gangleader

Chapter 4

*Brittany's P.O.V*

I wake up to sun light shinning through a window.

Looking around, I start to freak out because I don't know where I am.

It's 1pm, says the clock next to the bed, and I don't know how I slept for so long.

I look down at myself, and in place of the gorgeous black dress I was wearing last night,
I'm now wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that reaches down to my knees.

Where am I?

How did I get in to this?

Then it all comes back.

The club.

The attack.

Adam.

The car ride.

The coffee date.

Offering to stay here.

I look around, and actually take a good look at the room I'm in.

I didn't really look last night.

I was to distracted.

I'm laying on a bed that's white, but has black covers, and it's actually really comfortable.

That explains how I slept for so long. Well, and that I didn't go to sleep until late.

To my right is a big glass window with white curtains and it looks like there's a balcony.

Right in front of me is a big flat screen tv, and on the right of the tv is a full body mirror.

Then to my left there's glass shelves, and a black dresser.

It's an ordinary room, but it has an edgy bad boy vibe to it.

It certainly suits Adam perfectly.

After taking in my surroundings, I hesitantly get out of the bed, and make my way to the door.

He did say he was going to sleep on the couch.

I open it and poke my head out in to a hallway.

Taking in the features, I see that the hallway walls are just plain white.

I go to the left, and start to sneak down the hallway.

I could be a spy like the TV show 'Chuck'.

Soon I arrive at a set of stairs going down.

I quietly walk down them, and when I get to the bottom, I see a flat screen TV, and a black sofa.

I walk cautiously to the sofa, and look over it.

Laying on the couch, sleeping peacefully, is Adam.

I smile and just watch him for a couple minutes.

What am I doing? I don't even know this guy. Ugh, I'm such a creep.

He was still wearing the clothes he had on last night.

Should I wake him up?  Well I have nothing else to do.

With that thought I go over to him and touch his shoulder.

"Adam," I whisper.

He doesn't move.

"Adam," I say a little louder.

Still no response.

"Adam!" I scream and grab his shoulder.