Oh, what a splitting headache.
I sat up slowly rubbing the back of my head trying to make it feel better. It wasn’t working, felt like a bad hangover. I looked around but I couldn’t see much in the small, dark room. Where the heck am I and who the heck hit me? Wait, I fell, but someone had grabbed me.
I hate dark places. I shivered thinking about what could be lurking in the corner. Like a dummy, I didn’t tell anyone what I was doing tonight. It is only Friday so no one will miss me until Monday morning when I should be opening the store. Mental note, make sure to leave a note on my kitchen table to where I venture off to next time.
I moved to my hands and knees and began to move along the floor. A foul smell was coming from my left side. Moving my hand around I touched something cold and smooth. I felt a latch. Leaning next to it to make sure no animal noises were inside. It would be the pits to have an animal jump out. No noise. I unhooked the latch, slowly opening the lid.
That’s worse than spoiled food!
I slammed the lid back down. Covered my nose and did my best to not be sick. A lovely symptom to add to my splitting headache, a true hangover without the fun beforehand. After the smell faded, I began crawling again. Felt a slight breeze on my face, maybe I am close to the doorway. Bumped into something in front of me. Decided to stand up feeling all the way up. Moved my hand to the right, a door knob.
I turned it, unlocked. Opened the door slowly, trying to not make a creaky noise. Light and freedom, almost.
“I was hoping you would be waking up soon. I have supper all ready for us.” said the stranger, “Come join, before it is cold.”
He was tall, blue eyes, and dark brown hair. The most amazing eyes, I might add. The bluest of blue. Reminded me of the clearest ocean waters. I couldn’t stop staring at them.
(Just a photo off of Bing.com Gorgeous eyes!)
( I just had to add this one of McDreamy! He showed up in the search. LOL)
“Why was I shut up in there?” I asked staring at him.
He looked at me and smiled.
“It was not locked, was it?”
“Well, no. That isn’t the point.” I said getting irritated, “I remember falling down. Why am I here?”
He stood up from the table and began walking towards me. I stepped back reaching for the door knob behind me. I was thinking that I could at least put the door between me and him. He stopped, seeing that I was going to turn into the room I had come out of. He stared at me. I stared back. It seemed like an eternity went by. He let out the most annoying laugh, turned around, and sat back down at the table. I don’t like playing games. He is irritating the heck out of me despite his gorgeous looks.
“Well, I am famished. Stand there all night if you like, the food will get cold.” he said.
Night? So only a few hours have went by? Or has days gone by? Is anyone out looking for me? The biggest question, are we in Obeyville?
The food smells amazing and is making my tummy grumble. I do need my energy if I am going to get out of here. It would be smart to eat. I suppose if he poisons me, I will at least enjoy the food.
I cannot figure out why he is acting as though I am not a prisoner.
“If you sit down and eat, I will answer what is obviously asking in your pretty little head.” he said looking at me.
“I am only eating because skipping meals is not good.” I said as I plopped down in the chair across from him. He grinned still looking at me while placing the baked chicken on the steamy white rice on his plate.
I reached for the bowl of rice and put two big helpings on my plate, yes I like rice. Added the chicken on top just like his. The whole time he watched me. I hate that. I dove in savoring every bit of the meal. Oh, he can cook. The chicken had so much flavor and so moist. I closed my eyes and heard him chuckle.
“That good, huh?”
I glared at him.
“Just hungry. Don’t flatter yourself.”
Arrogant and good looking.
While enjoying the meal, I scanned the small cottage. There were a lot of photos of nature and no portrait ones. One photo had the most brilliant purple stone on a beach setting. It was dazzling.
(credit to Bing.com images)
The place had small windows with lacy curtains, not typical of a man’s bachelor pad. Great, he is probably married and she is going to come through that door thinking we are having an affair. I glanced at his left hand, no ring and no tan line. Possibly, not married or doesn’t like jewelry. I know a few that do not wear their rings.
“No, I am not married.” He flashed his left hand at me. I believe my mouth dropped a few feet.
I looked away feeling embarrassed. I scanned the room some more. Next to my so-called dungeon, looks to be a bedroom. This room is an open kitchen and living room design. In the front of the cottage by the front door is a bathroom. I could probably fit this entire house into my living and kitchen areas of my house. I feel trapped because I have no flipping clue where I am at. Woods? Another planet perhaps?
Through the windows the sun was going down. I could try to escape when it gets dark. Though I would not be able to see much of my surroundings, especially if we are out in the wooded area still. If I could get to the creek, I could try following it. It does run along the town edge.
Oh, where has he taken me? Hate being out of control. Did he follow me from my house?
“Do you know who I am?” I asked. I might as well be blunt and to the point. He may answer and he may not.
He laughed that arrogant laugh.
“You said you would answer my questions.”
Grinning, he reached for more rice. I grabbed the rice and set it down by my plate. He glared at me. It got his attention.
“Listen, I don’t like games. I want some answers.” I said angrily.
He stood up grabbing his plate and took it to the sink. I could see him scraping it off. Nice butt.
He set the plate down and turned towards me.
“You really do not remember me.” he spoke irritated.