Secrets, Lies, and Deception

Chapter 7: The Hangover

6:00 AM, 6th of August.

The bright sun hit my eyes, making me squint to adjust my sight. When I realized that I was in an unfamiliar place, I sat up straight then a sharp pain went across my head. I rubbed my forehead in the hopes that the headache will go away.

"Urgh," I groaned, feeling the pain in my empty stomach and the bad headache.

I heard plates and utensils being set outside of the room.

"Where am I?" I mumbled to myself while scanning the room that I am in.

The room is not that small. It looks neat and spacious because there are only a few things on it. On my right is one tall window with gray curtains on the side, a leather couch to sit on, and a light lamp beside it. The bed is soft thanks to its velvet blanket, which drapes over the floor. It's low since there's only one mattress, but perfect enough to sit on and work on a small desktop placed on his left side. I see no pictures in the room, only this artistically painted brick wall on the bed's head side, which I can see from the big mirror facing me.

I stood up and examined myself, realizing that I am not on the clothes I wore from the party. I was wearing a white oversized polo shirt and only my undies?

I started panicking, thinking where the hell I am. I cannot seem to identify my abductor. As much as I try to remember what happened last night, everything was a blur, not to mention the sharp pain in my head keeps on pulsing.

I went over to the bookshelf that acted as a barrier between the bed and the door. I see different genres of books, from academic textbooks to self-help books. I cannot see anything that would help me identify whose apartment this is. Then I heard mumbles outside the room.

"Is she awake already? I'm sure she's experiencing one bad headache. She was vomiting all over you last night," an old woman said out of concern.

"I'm not sure. I haven't checked up on her," a man said.

That voice!

His voice is familiar!

No way... Don't tell me this is...

Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing my abductor's identity. It was Nathaniel Cooper! To my surprise, plus the headache, I am terribly feeling, I blacked out once again.

1:30 PM, 6th of August.

I woke up with a wet towel on my forehead. I could taste bitter on my tongue. I really don't feel so good. Then I realized what happened earlier.

"Oh shit!" I gasped while sitting up straight from the bed.

"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead," Nate said, not minding to look at me because he was busy reading a book by the couch.

"What did you do to me? Where are my clothes?" I demanded, pulling the blanket closer to my chest.

"No need to be shy, my Queen. I've seen it," he said mischievously while walking towards me and sitting by my side. He held out his hand to place it on my forehead.

"Good. Your temperature seems to be going down. You should eat. I'll reheat the food we've prepared you this morning," he said, getting up to the door.

"Hey, answer me!" I shouted, annoyed for ignoring my question, and what does he mean that he has seen it all? Was he the one who undressed me?

Nate didn't answer and left me disconcerted. Another sharp pain came across with a blurry memory I remembered from last night. I was dancing on the dance floor, but I can't seem to recollect anymore after that.