Needs something from me

The next morning I woke up with an agonizing headache. I silently lifted myself off the bed without wasting another second. The daylight returned, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees outside of the window. I turned my head around to seek Leander, assuming he would be on the bed, next to me but he wasn't. I blinked a few times, adjusting my vision. Where did he go? Walking over to the door, I tried opening it but failed. It was still locked. Did he jump out of the window? "Looking for me?" I heard his morning voice, behind me. Turning around, I found Leander walking out of the washroom with only a towel tied around his bits. The rest of him was bare and the memory of last night was still soaking in. I hadn't forgotten the terrible thing he had done with me. "No," I laughed out before folding my hands across my chest. "Why would you think that? Lol. I'm only trying to get out of here." I said, pressing my back against the locked door. And it was true. I wanted to run from this room