AMELIA'S P.O.V

There wasn't much work to be done in here. I spent a whole week inside my room. Alarick never let me out. And I never protested. Deep inside me, I was scared. I was scared of getting out.

All these past years were like a burden on me. I was tired. Tired of being alone. Tired of being strong. I wanted to see how it feels to be scared. How it feels to be protected by someone. Just once.

I worked all day in my room as there was nothing to do. I had completed all the designs and got them approved by Alarick.

Alarick rarely talked to me all these days. Not like he was avoiding me, he was busy and I knew that.

And now I was lying in my bed while staring at the ceiling. My dimly lit room was somehow bringing peace to me. Once I used to love bright colourful lights, but time has brought to me to that verge of life where I need darkness to make me feel good. Satisfied.

Only few more weeks to go.

I sighed and heard a ping sound of my phone. I opened it and there was a message. I quickly tapped it open.

I wasn't in a mood. I just wanted to lie in my bed and read some cliche book while sipping my hot chocolate. Fancy restaurants were never my type. I feel outcast in that bunch of tired people who claim to be rich. I quickly typed in a text.

I threw my phone away and laid on my stomach stuffing my face in the soft cushion. After few minutes, I heard the ping sound again and I opened the message.

I frowned and sat up. It must be a wrong text. I was going to threw my phone way when another message appeared.

I gulped loudly. Rebecca. The only person who calls me by this name was Roman. What if it really was Roman? No it can't be him. I turned my phone off and pulling my knees towards my chest I wrapped my arms around them as if that would protect me.

I blew air out of my mouth. This is just so tiring. When will all this end? I want to kill Rebecca by my own hands. But how? No one knows.

I think I need a shower. A warm shower.

Yes I need one.

Jumping off the bed, I scurried into the bathroom. Filling the tub with warm water, I checked the temperature with my pinky finger.

Perfect for me.

I stripped and laid inside the tub. The warm water was loosening my tense muscles and sighs left my mouth as I kept lying in there.

Taking my time, I glanced at my wrinkled fingers and decided to get out.

Drying my hair, I wore my white tank and black shorts. Turning off the lights, I left the bathroom but stiffened when the cold air brushed my bare arm. I shivered and looked around the room wondering why the hell is my room so cold.

Walking over the window, I frowned.

I didn't open it. It was closed. I quickly closed the window and turned around. I eyed the bookshelf but dropped the idea of reading books until my eyes watered and straight went for sleeping.

My breath stuck in my throat when I noticed a little shadow in the corner of closet's room. The room felt even cold and the walls looked like if they were painted black.

"Alarick?" I asked lowly as I began walking towards the switch board to turn on some light, "Is it you?" The dim lights of my room were making it difficult to see.

There was definitely someone. Some man.

I could see the shadow entirely. I gulped again and my hand went to my mouth. The shadow moved. It began taking steps towards me and as he kept coming closer, I was able to see his face.

The anger flared inside me as I realized who the person was.

"Roman." I stated with hatred dripping in my voice.

"I love the way my name comes out of that pretty mouth of yours." He groaned.

"What the hell are you doing here?! Get out. Get out of here right now." I spat.

He chuckled. A very dark chuckle which caused me to cringe. I hate him so much, I cant bare to even hear his voice.

"Umm...I think I should first punish you for your behavior right huh? That's not the way you talk to your master." The darkness was still covering his form. His face looked even merciless and evil.

I stiffened when he took a step forward. I can't cower away. I had to take my stand.

In an instant he was right in front of me with my wrist in his tight grip. I struggled to get out of his grip but to no avail. He pushed me against the wall and locked my wrists above my head. I looked down at my knees but before I could do anything he pushed his knee between my legs trapping me completely.

I grunted as I kept struggling. This is just not fair. Why I can't push him away? I tried again putting my every inch of force but he was doing the same.

"Strong much?" He said and pressed me into the wall even more until my back hurt.

"Let me go." I seethed but he chuckled.

"You think I would let you go?" He smirked as he leaned in and brushed his lips against my ears.

"Don't you get it? I don't want to do this anymore!" I snapped at him. His facial expressions changed into angry one.

He ignored me and trailed disgusting kisses along my jaw as I almost whimpered under him. I was losing it.

"Alarick-"

"Shut it." He stopped and looked up at me, "Say his name one more time and I am gonna take you my way and my dear you wouldn't like it."

I just wanted to smash his face. I looked straight into his merciless steel blue eyes, "Alarick." I smirked, "Alarick will kill you."

I chuckled loudly and his grip tightened on my wrists. He pulled me off the wall and pushed me onto the bed.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust, "Coward. You little piece of shit. You won't get me. Never."

His face was red. He pulled off his jacket and threw it away. He was unbuttoning his shirt when I realized I had to do something other than provoking him. I looked around the room but found nothing. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me towards the edge. I tried to push his hovering form away but he was too heavy.

I silently prayed for Alarick to come and save me but he didn't come. I have got no Knight in shining Armour. I never got one.

I felt his hand travel along my back and rested on the hem of my tank. He began pulling it up. I gulped. Oh no.

No, I can't let this happen. I have to save myself. Glancing around, my eyes landed on the flower pot on the side table. My hands were inches away from it.

I faked a whimper and that caused him to loosen his grip. He moved his hands from my wrists to remove the top.

That was going to be my only chance.

Roman's head was ducked in the crook of my neck. That was my cue, I quickly grabbed the pot. On my little commotion, his head rose and with all my force I smashed the pot on his head. My eyes widen when I glanced at my hand. It was covered in blood.

Roman groaned loudly and held his head in both of his hands. With a thump he dropped on the ground, panting loudly.

I quickly left the bed and wiped my hands on my shirt. Panic risen in me. Grabbing my cell, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I could not hear his pants and groans anymore. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.

I was panting hard. I was breathless. It felt like someone placed weights on my shoulder and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. Turning my cell on, I dialed the only number I had in my mind.

"Hello?"

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