Chapter 6

Robbie the table and I were going to dig in I was going to eat all of this food but it felt rude eating without permission so I just sat on the stool and I waited for Robin to confirm if it was ok for me to eat.

Just as I sat down a middle-aged man came into the kitchen. He looked like he was in his late thirties, he had dirty blonde hair and green eyes he was quite handsome, though.

"Hello love my name is Robin. What would you like to eat?" He said smiling showing off his pearly white teeth.

He didn't look American though he looked a bit Asian and he sounded like he had an accent to his voice.

It took me a while to realise that he, actually called me love. I couldn't speak I was tongue-tied, I think I just forgot my name.

He was such a good looking piece of man.

"A- A- Alice, my name is Alice. I'm sorry that's not the question you asked me, is it? I would like two pancakes and bacon maybe coffee and some eggs I'll take more if I'm not fully satisfied. I finally answered after who knows how long.

" well a-a-Alice nice to meet you, although by the way the big man is looking at me I think it's wise of me to step away from you or better yet, get out of this fucking kitchen cause who knows what he's gonna do to me, first let me dish up for you and I'll be out of your hair."

Before I could even reply he sprang from where he was standing and he started dishing out my food on a large glass plate. He then took long strides out of the kitchen.

And I was left alone with Mr Black, I was scared out of my wits. He had now changed into black sweats, a white v neck and had flip-flops on, his hair was messy and he looked really good, I'm not going to lie.

He was gorgeous I couldn't lie, but after hearing him on the phone a few minutes ago I got a tad bit frightened of him.

I know people say do not judge a book by its cover and all, but the book is a horror story and I'm not into horror novels. It had a beautiful cover and everything but It was not my type of book.

He was walking up to me and to say my heart was beating fast would be an understatement it was pounding against my chest wanting to come out and run away.

He then slowly caressed my face with his large hand, and I quickly slapped his hand away from my face.

" The fuck you touching my face for?" I asked him looking at him like he was a mad man.

I'm sorry." He said whilst rubbing the back of his hand.

"It's fine just don't be touching my face as if you know me, I don't know where that hand has been, I don't know if you washed your hand after using the latrine or something."

I said looking him up and down.

"I am sorry, I seem to forget that you don't know me."

"It's fine," I said digging into my food.

"Eat, all you want, you need your strength you were unconscious when we found you yesterday." He says.

"What happened yesterday, back is killing me I feel like it's wet I don't know can you check it for me," I said turning on the stool I was on.

"I'm sorry I'm wearing your shirt, I couldn't find my clothes, I hope you don't mind," I said feeling a bit guilty for wearing his clothes.

"No, it looks better on you anyways there's no need to feel guilty or bad." He said placing his fingertips, at the bottom of the shirt.

"Oh my goodness we have to get you checked out." He said pulling the shirt down.

"What is it that bad?" I asked a little panicked at the thought of having any bruises.

"No, but your back is black and blue, and you have a few scratches and a limited number Of cuts so you should be okay."

"Well then what was the oh my goodness for, you scared me I thought my skin was peeled off or something," I said facing him.

"I was just surprised sorry." He says

"Just finish eating and I'll check your bruises."

I did just that and I took seconds, I don't know where I am but I'm happy I get to eat as much food as I like, who knows maybe they're poisoning me but at least all die full.

"Ok, I'm done let's go," I said standing up from the stool and walking out of the room. Then I realised that my stupid ass doesn't know where we're going, so I had to walk back in there and ask.

That's exactly what I did.

"So where exactly are we going here, Ali?" I asked him.

"Ali?" He said looking at me like I had three heads.

"I give people nicknames when I'm embarrassed don't judge me," I said squinting my eyes at him.

"Yea ok." He said chuckling to himself, whilst shaking his head.

"Just follow me you know the owner of the house." He said smiling, he had a beautiful smile, I was so desirous of his straight teeth they were so white and straight and when compared to mine his would put mine to shame.

I was walking behind him but I was in awe of everything around me his house looked like It was built by the best builders and the best architects the walls looked so smooth as if put together by Donald R Horton himself. He had a couple of painting on the wall and to say they were phenomenal was an understatement. I had never seen such remarkable, artistry I want to reach out and touch them and gently sweep my fingertips over-the the brush Strokes it was as if I was in a gallery with the most famous artists in the world.

We kept on walking for thirty seconds or so until we made it to a bedroom and he sat me down on the bed and told me to sit still whilst he got out of the medical supplies, I cannot sit still but I respected him and I did as he asked.

"Ok, are you ready?" He asked now behind me with everything he needed.

"Wait what qualifications do you have for you to be doing this?" I asked him feeling a bit fearful at the idea of him applying stuff on my back.

"I've done this a million times. I know how it's done who do you think stitches me up after a gunfight." He said oh so calmly like he didn't just say gunfight.

"Wait gunfight!" I said yelling at him, and he looked at me like I was out of my mind.

This is what I get for being open-minded