Chapter 18

Brielle's POV

My eyes opened and I couldn't see well. The lights were turned off so I couldn't make out what was in front of me. My whole body was sore like crazy. I groaned and closed my eyes for a while to try and get some relief. Something felt strange. The bed I was lying on felt strange and not like the one I am used to. I tried to sit up, but it seemed like an impossible feat. I suddenly remembered what happened in the locker room at school. I quickly touched my body and felt no ice as well as no clothes. What? Was I dreaming all this time? What's going on? I used my last remaining strength to sit up and inspect the situation.

I tried to reach for my bedside to turn on the lamp, but there was nothing there. Huh? What's wrong? It has always been there, so why can't I reach it? I tried to get out of bed, but suddenly it felt like the bed was a little higher than I remembered from the ground. My feet used to touch the ground as soon as I got out of bed, but not now. That's strange. I managed to get on the ground trying to get to the light but j ended up kicking the corner of the bed. I groaned and jumped from the pain. It hurt like a bitch.

It seems today is not my best day. I ignored the pain and navigated my way through the dark to get to the light switch on, but it was taking longer. I have a bad feeling about this now. Everything is not right. This isn't my room. So where the hell am I? I hurriedly tried to find the switch. I think I found it when the room was illuminated by the brightest light. I covered my eyes for a few seconds.

I looked around the room and realized that it was indeed not my room. Everything was so extravagant and well organized. I was no normal average teenager like the one at my grandmother's house. I felt out of place and lost. But most of all, I was confused. Where am I, and how did I get here? I strained my mind trying to remember, but my mind was foggy, and I couldn't make out what happened to me. The last thing I remember was gym class being covered in ice.

So it was not a dream. It happened but how? That kind of thing is not possible. The locker room was not cold and it happened so quickly. Who would do that and how the hell can they? My head was starting to hurt because of all these thoughts.

I heard the door opening and I quickly hid behind the door. I don't know where I am or who brought me to this place. The person entered the room and I got to see their backs. It was...Blake. What is he doing here? Is he the one behind all of this? But how? Did he kidnap me? Is he a pervert or something? How dare he. No wonder this happened. Something was not right from the moment I met him.

So how will I get out of here? I have to get out of here one way or another. My grandmother will be so worried about me and even call my mother. I don't even know how long I have been here. Is it even the same day, a day, or a week? I don't even want to think about it. What should I do?

I was broken out of my thoughts by Blake's voice.

" Huh? Where is she? I just left her here a while ago?" he said, sounding so concerned. He was holding a mini tray with a bowl on it. I didn't do anything drastic and remained where I was looking at what he was doing.

" Where could she be? She is not in a good condition to be roaming around right now," he said, and placed the tray on the bed before he turned to leave. Instead of leaving, he stopped in his tracks and sniffed.

' Why is he sniffing? Is he a dog or something?' I thought. His gaze fell in my direction. I pressed myself to the wall. My heart started beating in fear that he would find me there. I spotted a vase a few feet away from me. I should have grabbed that before hiding there. If he catches me, then I am done for. I don't know what he'll do to me.

But something was strange. Although I felt like I was scared, I was not really scared. I didn't perceive Blake as a threat for some reason.

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