{Ellie’s POV}
What do I want us to be?
I keep tossing and turning in my bed; my mind keeps on wandering back to the earlier event with Noah. I thought after what happened he would finally let me out, but to no avail. The b*stard kept me locked in here. Not that it bothered me that much. I barely even go out unless it is necessary. So, why was I throwing a tantrum, you ask? It was because I didn’t like that he was controlling me.
If he thinks that he somewhat has power over me—which he has—then he’s wrong, or at least I want to prove him wrong because, let’s admit it. Noah did have such crazy effects on me, and I couldn’t accept it.
Whatever you want us to be.
Those damn words, though. I didn’t know if he was giving me the power to choose what our relationship would be or if he just di
