You?

All I saw was darkness. I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't hear any sound except for the pounding of my heart, I couldn't even smell anything and my throat felt itchy and dry.

I was terrified but I felt like I could do nothing about it. I felt like I was in a trance. I couldn't remember why I was here and what I am supposed to do exactly.

Out of the blue, I felt drowsy and felt myself go deeper in the darkness.

The darkness was about to envelop me but then I felt warmth envelop me. A blinding light appeared, piercing my eyes.

My eyes flew open and stinged because of the bright light. I immediately lifted myself help and yelled, "No!"

I whipped my head and searched the room I was in. It was simple yet spacious and elegant. It had a small lounge on the corner of the room next to a fireplace. A desk with papers on top and a shelf of books was on the other side of the room. The room held a familiar smell but I couldn't place it. All I know was that it smelled fresh?

I looked down and saw I was covered in blankets on a king-sized bed.

My throat still felt terribly dry and I still felt a bit weak, but that wouldn't stop me. I knew wherever I was, I was definitely not safe.

My knees shaking, I wobbled quickly to the door. I widened my eyes when I saw the door knob open slightly. I grabbed a wooden cane that was hanging next to the wall, and stood beside the door. I gripped the cane tightly ready to use it.

'It must be a perverted old man who did this to me, if there is a cane in the room,' I guessed, my blood boiling with rage instead of fear.

When the door opened without a second thought I brought the cane hard on the person.

...

...

...

Unexpectedly, the person immediately turned around, as if they sensed me, and grabbed the cane with their hand...with HIS hand. My blue eyes widened as saucers when I met those silver eyes. The eyes I always tried to forget but ultimately failed.

My knees shook and I dropped the cane.

We just stared at each other without a word. I felt like dropping on the floor because I felt too weak to stand up any longer, but I wouldn't show weakness.

I decided to break the silence and say what was in my mind.

I was surprised to see him here and wondered WHY was he here, so I blurted without thinking.

"So you were the one that drugged me or were you just passing by and saved me once again?" I asked. The latter was told in a sarcastic tone. I knew in my heart he obviously didn't, but I just wanted to ask him out of petty and bitterness.

Miguel just stared at me, his eyes seeming to pull me in a deep trance. He stepped closer to me but I immediately took a step back. I didn't prepare my weak legs of the sudden movement, so it immediately gave out on me.

Miguel quickly wrapped his arms around me to help me steady myself but I pushed him away and dropped myself on the floor.

"Why am I here?" I asked in anger.

"..."

"Why are YOU here?"

"..."

"Where did you bring me and why are you not answering me!" I yelled. The stress of me being drugged, by who knows who and what they would actually have done to me, and seeing the person I did not expect to see again, was getting to me. I was definitely not thinking straight. If I was thinking straight I would realise that he obviously saved me and brought me here.

Why am I here?

Did he save me?

Why is Miguel here?

Who did this to me and why?

These thoughts flooded my mind.

Meanwhile, Miguel expression was calm in my whole raging process. He didn't seem bothered that I unreasonably blamed him. He walked towards me and crouched down.

"Are you done?" he said straightforwardly.

I was conflicted to say more but decided to remain silent.

"I will answer your questions but first let me help you to the bed. Sitting on the cold floor is not good for your weak state," he said and smiled at me. The smile I used to love to see, but now I just want him to never smile at me again.

Now too weak to even protest I let him carry me to the bed. I hardened my heart and ignored the warmth I felt from him and his scent of freshness as if he just bathed himself with the ocean right now.

Once he placed me on the bed, he took a nearby chair and sat on it. I noticed he put a big gap of distance between him and I.

I cleared my throat and gathered my thoughts. I spoke slowly, "I apologize for suggesting you were the one to drug me. You obviously didn't, because I am not tied up and I can tell I am still in the hotel. If you were to drug me or anything, you would bring me somewhere else and I would be tied. You saved me and I thank you for that, with all my heart."

Miguel simply nodded but remained silent. " So...why are you here and why were you at the section of the rooms? Was it a coincident you found me before... " I trailed. I didn't want to think at all of the possibility for Miguel not taking me when he did.

Someone...drugged me and if they had come...

I was taken out of my thoughts that was filled of fear, of 'What if', by Miguel's voice.

"It wasn't a coincident I found you. I know who did this to you and I assure you they won't be-" Miguel cut his words and his eyes that had intense anger switched immediately to his normal one.

He continued, "I'll explain to you how I knew where to find you and who did it."

My ears perked up and I listened intensively, already guessing who caused this.

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Author note

Dear Readers

I would like to inform you that on the 9 of July is when my exams will be over so from then, I will be able to update normally.

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