Panting heavily I wake up in a bedroom that isn’t mine, I look around trying to remember what happened to me. The room is nice, the bed I am on is a king size with a bedside table on each side of it. I look at the table closest to me only to see a note, maybe it will tell me where I am. As I read the note my heart begins to beat faster and faster.
Hello Zachary, I hope you had a good night’s rest. I was called away to take care of some business, I will be back soon. Don’t do anything to hurt yourself or anyone else. Go ahead and take a bath, I left some clothes for you on the bed. I will be back as soon as I can.
See you soon, Love
Love? Who is this person to me? I think harder only to have extreme pain shoot to my head, I groan and hold my head. Maybe I should take a bath like the note said. I got up from the bed, grab the clothes from the bed and walk over to one of the doors in the large room, I open it and I’m greeted by a beautiful bathroom, there is a shower and bathtub, not connected, the tub is really big and could probably fit ten clones of myself, then again I am quite small. I start the water, add the bubbles and plug the tub. When the water is ready I undress and get into the warm, soothing water. I look down at my arms and see bruises and scrapes.
What happened before I woke up? I can’t remember anything from before. Who is the person who left the note for me on the nightstand? Do they know anything? Are they nice? Are they the reason for my scrapes and bruises? Are they male or female? For some unknown reason I hope they are male.
Realizing that the water is now freezing I get out of the tub and grab a fluffy white towel. I dry off. put the clothes on and walk back into the bedroom. Maybe I should lay back down and sleep, that might help with the headache that is coming from me trying to think so hard. I jump at the knock on the bedroom door.
“Zachary? Are you still in there?” A soft, yet manly voice says behind the closed bedroom door.
Is that my name? Zachary? That is the name that was on the note. “Yes, I’m still here” I say as I get up from the bed and slowly walk to the door.
“Zachary? Please open the door.”
“Where did I come from? Do you know?” I ask hoping to hear that wonderful voice again, for some odd reason it makes feel safe.
“I know almost everything about you, little one, I can tell you anything you want to know just open the door.” He says almost pleading. I walk to the door, ready to open it but I stop myself.
“How do i know you wouldn’t try to hurt me or take me away? Please tell me what you know about me. Then I will open the door. I need to know where I came from, if i had a family, who i was” I sit down by the door and wait for him to speak. He says nothing so i start by asking him some questions, “Can you tell me anything about me? Where am I from? Who am I? How old am I? How did I get here? W-”
“Zachary, please slow down. Like I said before I can tell you anything you want to know about yourself. Anything you want, let’s just start off with a question or two at a time, ok?”
“Ok, so Do you know how old i am? How old are you? Who are you?”
“My name is Ryan, I am twenty-seven years old, you are around eighteen. I am an owner of a very big company but that isn’t very important. Do you have any other questions or are you going to open the door?” He’s an owner of a big company? Then why am i here? Are we family? Why didn’t he tell me more about himself?
“How did I get here? Why am I here?”
“I don’t know an easier way of telling you this but you were sold to me. I was dragged to an auction, an auction that sells humans, and when I saw your scared and helpless form I knew I had to save you, so I bought you. I understand if you want to go the police and find out where you came from. I understand if you think I’m a creep for even stepping a foot into a place like that, but know that I saved your life. You could’ve gone with someone that would have forced something onto you the first day you were there but I let you sleep. All I want is a simple thank you, then I can take you to the police, if that is what you want.” His voice sounds shaking, as if he fears that I would want to leave, but for some strange reason I don’t. I think about what my life would be like if i did stay with this mystery man. I know nothing about him, but then again, I know nothing about myself. Although I kind of like the idea of being unknown to all, all except him.
I slowly get up from the floor and put a hand on the doorknob, “I’m going to open the door.” I state, I begin to pull the door open, it feels so heavy, as if it’s going to fall off the hinges and crush me. The door moves so fast but so slow, as if it will open in years to come but really it’s seconds.
Phoenix Jones // BluePhoenixBirb 