She is the one by Asheslove (book recommendations for young adults txt) 📕

The car reached a vast area of ground with a plane resting on it. We left the car in the parking lot and went to the airport. I saw Michael already there and when he looked at me he gave me a timid smile. I walked behind Nicolas diverting my eyes from him.

‘Everything done here?’ he asked to Michael as we walked to towards the plane. Michael nodded his head following him. We entered in his private jet and I saw Edward and the guy name James who came at our house, already sitting there. Edward looked at me shamelessly with his usual disgusting gaze and fury in his eyes, piercing me. His eyes fall on my head and he smirked. The anger brimmed inside me as I remember how he swung my brother in air. I removed my gaze from him before I could lose my temper and hit him on his face.

We sat on the other side. I sat near the window and Nicolas at my side with Michael in front of us. Nicolas stuffed his ears with earplugs ignoring me with his laptop in his lap for which I was grateful. Michael looked at me from his seat and gave me a kind smile before handing a painkiller to me which I took giving him a faint smile and quick thanks. The plane took off. The blood that flowed right down to chin dried and sticky to my skin and my stomach was growling due to hunger but ignoring everything I closed my eyes leaning my head on the window and soon drifted off to sleep.

I woke up due to the sound of raining water and found myself lying on big king sized bed. My head was still hurting but the pain is very light and bearable. I touched my hand to forehead and found the wound bandaged.

The room is designed in a classical way, illuminated with bright yellow orange lights. Already knowing it must be him in the bathroom taking shower, I got up from the bed and came in the living room. The place is itself like a whole apartment. I went to the balcony and looked outside the beautiful city from above. It was scary to look down from the height but the city look beautiful from up at the same time. Everywhere my eyes fall there were people, buildings and roads with a beautiful view of harbor. So I am in Boston, earlier he told me this. I have never been to Boston before, last year -.

‘Elena’ ‘Elena’ I heard him shouting in the room, his voice booming breaking the trail of my thoughts before it started.

I quickly twirled around and walk to the room before he completely lost his temper thinking I escaped him again.

‘I didn’t escaped you, I am still here so stop shouting like a maniac’ I yelled annoyingly at him who was about to came outside to living room. Only a white towel is wrapped around his waist beside that he was completely naked. My eyes meet with his chest and tattoos with few scratches of nails given by me but before he could notice me glaring at him I averted my gaze quickly to his face. I know very well how much he enjoy my attention. He chuckled on my words and walked to me. Snaking his arm around my waist he pulled me closer to him. Smell of cinnamon hit my nostrils as I looked at his face. Despite the anger and hatred I have for him inside me I can’t control the sensations my body feeling when touched with his.

‘It is you who made me a maniac baby’ he rasped sexily giving a peck on my lips and traveling his nose on my face. Cold water drops fall on my eyes and hot cheek from his dripping hair.

‘Where are we’ I asked hesitatedly wiping them. He left me and walked to the closet, his one hand from which he punched the wall yesterday wrapped with bandage. 

‘We are in one of my private Hotel, 15th floor. I have some important business to finish in Boston before heading back to Italy, it will take few days. Until then we have to stay here’  he declared. 

‘Call room service if you need anything; Michael is here they will send him’ and saying this he left the room after getting dressed.

The whole day went in flipping random channels of TV in living room, thinking voidly and crying sometimes. 

I still don't know what he did to Chris and Julie and where is my family. I don't know whom should I ask about them. I didn't saw Leo with him this time means surely he is not in America. I don't dare to ask him and if I do I already know he won't tell me so until we went back to Italy I have to wait.

Now I have to stay with him and follow him everywhere he wants like a lapdog. There is absolutely no way out from him and I can’t even escape him because he has my family. The only way I can get away from him is when he allows to or to get rid of him is when he himself decides to leave me if he found someone other than me but until then there’s no hope he wants to leave me.

It's evening so I came to balcony to look at the beautiful view of the city, bathed in different colors of light looking mesmerizing. It calm my nerves to see illuminating light everywhere when my life is surrounded only by darkness.

'Enjoying the view?' I quickly turned around to see Edward leaning against the wall looking at me with a sinister smile.

'What are you doing here?' I hissed angrily. His face only build the anger inside me after how he hang my brother in air. My voice came out unpleasant and arrogent.

'Aw, is this how you invite your guest Lena'

'So unwelcoming'.

'Didn't your SHERIFF father teach you manners how to treat the guests' He said, stressing on the word sheriff, humor and anger both laced in his tone at the same time. A scary taunting smile playing on his lips.

'Well, what should I call you, Elena, Lena, ena' he said nd laughed like a maniac on his own joke.

'How the hell did you get inside Edward?' I stated instead 

He is wearing a black shirt matching it with a black jeans. His front few buttons open showing his ink bored chest and he had a toothpick in his mouth with which he was playing swirling it. I didn't notice earlier but there’s some new changes on his face than the last time I'd seen him. His left eyebrow is pierced with a baseball ring, he got a new tattoo carved above it, something written in calligraphy and wearing studs in both his ears which only added more stars in his scary look than before making him look prominent.