~05~Kidnapped¡!

I wake up to the agony of my head pounding really hard and my belly screaming it's loudest for food.

I open my eyes slowly and squint it shut immediately as my eyes slowly gets used to the lighting.

I rub my knuckles against my eyelids and let out a small yawn.

You know, waking up can be a real challenge especially when your dreams are better than your reality. The saddest part of it though, is that your memories of the dream eventually fades and you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you even had the dream in the first place.

I should be getting up now, to do my chores quickly and head away from the bitter, cruel, witch-like...

My thoughts are cut off by Lucious you're not home, dummy, she kicked you out

And then it all comes rushing back...the pain of my mother's betrayal, the three probably rapist dudes, the sound of the gunfire...everything.

Pain ridden tears spring to my eyes, I don't try to wipe it off or stop it...I just let it all out.

And then all that pain morphs into anger...at my mom, at the three drunks, at Mr. Devil.

And that's when it hits me, in my vision blurred with anger, I notice the brown wooden ceiling.

Japanese wooden window that's a beautiful shade of brown and has a fantastic view of a garden.

The walls are a different shade of brown with just the right amount of white.

There are two nightstands on either side of the bed I'm laid in, each with the same lamp.

The furniture in the room is made out of brown wood and steel. The bed is high and very comfortable, feels like I'm laid on a cloud.

I see a brown shelf filled with lots and lots of books...there's a study table with a reading lamp, a laptop, an iphone and a...I think a note¿

"Where the hell are my?!!" I scream, my subsided anger resurfacing.

I should probably see what the note says but I'm too angry and hungry to do anything besides what I'm already doing...which is nothing exactly.

"You're awake" says a giant-looking man, dressed all in black, standing at the door and staring at me in... Surprise¿ and something that looks oddly like concern.

"Where are my¿ who sent you¿ who brought me here¿" I stare back at him, anger clear in my tone.

"I'm not allowed to disclose any information to you but I do have information I've been instructed to give you" he shrugs apologetically

I stare back at him and wait for the 'information'.

"Sir Alex wants you to freshen up, get a change of clothes and meet him downstairs in the next 3 hours"

Sir Alex? Probably Mr. Devil...OMG!¡! I'm in the house of a coldblooded murderer.

I'm having a major panic attack right now.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Relax.

"And Mary is in charge of that" I hear the big guy say in conclusion.

I must have zoned out on him

"Sir Alex said to give you this once you're up" a female voice says and I look to his side to see a middle aged woman

She's rolling in food, stacks of food

My eyebrows shoot up, my eyes widen, my mouth waters, I literally have to check to make sure I'm not drooling

The sweet delicious smell fills my nose and my tummy grumbles in delight

I can't help the smile that my lips curve into

"Hey Darling, I'm Mary" the woman says when she's beside the bed

"Hey Mary" I say, my eyes not leaving the food as my tongue darts out to wet my lips

"You must be hungry" she laughs

"You don't know how much" I reply and move to stand up

Then it hits me and I stop moving

I freeze, one leg dangling at the side of the bed and the other one still on the bed

The food could be poisoned

Mr. Devil might want me dead

I did see him murder a person in cold blood

I look to Mary who has a sympathetic smile on her face

Then my eyes move to the food stash, so many different foods, I could just imagine my lips around those

I look down to my belly putting a hand around it

If I'm gonna die at least it'll be with a full belly

I shrug and plunge myself towards the food

Eating anything and everything, at the same time

I don't care what I look like right now, cut me some slack, I haven't eaten in days-well, about a day but still, my last meal was a Turkey Sandwich.

I eat, eat and keep eating until I can't take it anymore

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By the time I stop, I've eaten what you could safely call half of the food stash

Don't give me that look

If I don't die from this, who knows when I'll get to eat again?

And if I do die from this, what better way to die than of food¿

"Wow" I hear Mary breathe out

I totally forgot about her

"Um...I don't usually.." I try to explain but she raises one hand as a stop signal

"You don't have to explain anything to me, I'm just the housekeeper darling" she smiles eerily

I smile back and gesture for her to come sit with me on the bed

"What's your name darling?" She asks as she sits down next to me

"Anita" I answer pushing my hair behind my ear with one hand getting ready to shower her with my numerous questions

"Answer me honestly, darl, why are you here?" She asks before I could get anything out there.

"That's what I'd like to know" I reply curtly, hoping to squeeze out as much info as I can from her.

"Alright, let's start with what you know and what you should know, shall we?" she starts and I nod

"I can be a little blunt some times" she shrugs "just a heads up"

I shrug nonchalantly for her to continue.

"You've been kidnapped" I take in a deep, long breath "By a cruel and merciless gang"

I close my eyes to take it all in. I already knew all of these but it still hurts to have it confirmed. Plus the fact that I'm not in the custody of one heartless beast but a whole gang of them.

"But what I don't understand is why...when they told me to get the guest some food, I thought it was going to be another gang member just like them" she looks genuinely concerned for me "or one of their enemies, definitely not a defenseless young lady like you"

Oh fuck. This time I'm dead.

"Anita, how old are you?"

"17" I say, lowly

"So young...you're too young to be in this mess" she cries.

I've only just met her but she sounds more like a mother than the woman I lived with all my life.

"We need to get you out of here" she sounds uncertain but determined.

"How?" My voice is low.

"I don't know" she closes her eyes in pain "they must have no use for you...except...how did you get yourself into this mess, Annie?"

"I..um..I.." I stutter, not even knowing where to start "I saw...yeah, I saw..no, no I heard him being shot...I saw his lifeless body right there in front of me and...and..then the other guy he..."

By the time I finish that I'm full on sobbing and Mary pulls me into a warm embrace.

"Shhh" she cooes "it's alright... It's not as bad as I thought... They have no use for you... They'd let you go..relax, you're safe"

Pulling away I stare at her in bewilderment "did you not hear what I just said? I watched a cold blooded murder"

"Yeah, I heard you" she says simply and moves to get up

Nah-ah...you ain't leaving without an explanation.

"I could testify against him Mary. It's logical that they'll want me dead" I say frantically

"Trust me, they don't care about that" she stretches out "Annie, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about, just...try to not do anything they wouldn't like"

"Mary..you can't..you've gotta" I try to stop her but she gives me one last smile of sympathy before she walking out, taking with her every sign of her presence.

Oh, Lush, we're in such a big mess now

Yes, I'm talking to my sub conscious

Oh, Anita, if you had just run away when you still had the chance, we wouldn't be in this mess. My subconscious glares at me

That's right, blame it all on me. I roll my eyes at her

It's all your fault. She snarls and I roll my eyes again.

Go see what's on the note, dumbo.

Right, the note.

I make my way over to the reading table and pick up first the iPhone, then run my hands over the keys on the laptop and then read the note without picking it up.

Freshen up, there's a closet filled with clothes for you in there, someone will be there to fetch you in 3 hours.

Oh please.

I place the iPhone back on the table and make my way back to the bed.

I fall back on the bed and close my eyes. It's been a tough week.