THE RUSSIAN'S OBSESSION

Surprising

Chapter Five

(Surprising)

Rosalie's POV

It's been eighteen hours and I haven't had a bathroom break, not even one. My bladder is about to burst open, I'm pressing my thighs tightly together, praying for the train driver to stop driving in the next five minutes else....

"Mi lady, are you alright?" Asks a lady, she has short black hair, silver contact lenses and thin lips with piercings on her lower lip, eyebrows, nose, ears and one on her tongue which I noticed when she spoke to me. She's wearing a very clingy short black down, her lower ass cheeks are in display, as well as the tattoo she has on her upper thighs, wrist and the top of her cleavage.

I thought I was next to a guy on a sweatpants, now I'm next to a hooker lady who might or might not be bisexual because why is she wiggling her brows and licking her lips like she's trying to seduce me?

"Pookie? Looks like you zoned out a bit" I hear her say again, her pitch voice sounding like a whisper.

"Oh, I'm fine" I reply, clenching my thighs, tapping my foot to ease the building pressure.

"Well, you've been clenching your thighs for a while now, sure you're not feeling hot down there" She's eyeing my chest as she speaks, I start feeling irritated by her gaze.

"I'm not feeling 'hot' I just need to use the bathroom" I state as a matter of fact. She chuckles lightly.

"The train has an bathroom at the end of the cabin, come on I'll show you"

Phew. At last.

I ignore all thoughts as I follow the black haired lady towards the bathroom, she walks like she's use to this train while I have to 'sorry, excuse me' as we make our way.

"Here we are Pookie" the lady says, grinning at me as if she's accomplished a task.

I don't care to process anything, I just rush into the bathroom to do my stuff, the relaxation and ease that follows is beyond this world. When my bladder if finally empty, I'm about to pull my panties when the dark haired from lady strides into the toilet, I raise one eyebrow, wondering what the hell is going on when she suddenly locked the toilet from inside.

My cautiousness instantly bubbles up, my nerves starts to function, all the thoughts I've been pushing to the back of my head rushes back immediately, I'm struck by the facts I've failed to consider.

‘what if she's a kidnapper, or an organ harvester.

‘Did she just lock the both of us inside one toilet!?

‘How on earth could you trust a complete stranger Rosalie?

‘And you're on a moving train, trapped inside a toilet with a creepy lady. How will you call for help?

I gulp down the lump in my throat, finding my voice as I open my mouth to speak to the lady who's throwing a deadly yet almost lustful gaze at me.

"Is-is anything wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Pookie" is her reply.

"If nothing's wrong, then why are you in the same toilet with me, locking the door. That's legally insane"

"Oh but it's not, just want us to have a little fun" She trail her hand over her dress, pulling it down till it expose her full cleavage, n*****s pierced.

I move away, heat creeping my throat, over my dead body will I do something morally wrong like this, I need to find a way to leave here, peacefully or violence full.

"Sorry, I don't do girls" I tell her, crossing my arm over my chest.

"Well I'm not just any girl, I can be your man if you want" She's walking close to me, too close that I push her away, she glares and rush me over, forcefully trying to rip my clothes. I pushing her away but she's pulling harder.

"Give up you b***h!" Her high pitch voice filled with irritation. I don't know what gets into me when I push her hard against the wall, her head hits hard against the tiles and she pass out.

I don't wait to check if she's alive, I dash away from the toilet, straight to my sit in the train, I feel eyes on me as I fall onto the seat, pacing, heart racing fast.

"What just happened?" I ask no one in particular.

Did that lady literally tried to force herself on me?

Wait. Did I really smash her head against the wall and left her unconscious, not caring if she's still alive?

‘Oh my God Rosa, this is everything Mom talked about’

I bury my face in my palm, remembering every word mom said before I left, how she advised me, warned me, cautioned me, how she cried because I was leaving for school.

Gosh, I wish I could see her right now.

I hear a stomping sound coming from behind me, followed by loud groaning, I've barely turned my neck to look when a familiar dark haired lady stands in front of me, her glare can kill. I turn away and carry my phone, checking to see if there are any message from mom. Luckily for me they were messages, so I don't have to bother about the lady who stomped away.

Every message from mom is heartfelt with emotions, she explains how she misses me, my laziness and stubbornness. She talks about fun times we've had, she also tells me how her shifts going and asks about my journey. I reply back, filling her in on all the details except the one that happened in the toilet. She replies immediately, saying she just got home and can't wait to sleep, I can imagining her flinging her clothes and having a hot shower, then I'll help her massage her body before she finally goes to sleep.

*~*~*

It's more hours later, the black haired lady left the train, giving me more privilege to have peaceful bathroom breaks. We're one a few miles away from Russia, away from Calonia College, away from my new life.