Beautiful Disaster (EDITING!!)

Chapter 4: When you wake up in a strangers bed without your clothes

My dreams were short, vivid flashbacks of past events in my life. The last one, the most vivid was of a boy who I knew I should be scared of, but annoyingly, I was more attracted to to do anything about. I woke up to a loud bang off in a distant room. I sat up slowly, gently touching where I hit my head.  I had a splitting-headache and the world seemed to spin. I had to lay back down, it was like someone was trying to rip my head off with their hands. 

I let the soft pillow fabric caress the back of my neck, it felt good, better then the fabric I had at home. That's when I remembered everything that happened yesterday. The party, the blue eyes, the kidnapping, it was all real. How could it all be real? I sat up again ignoring my bodies protests to jump back into the soft warm bed. The second thought that came to my head was, why was I not tied up or gagged? If I was kidnapped, wouldn't they try to keep me from getting away?

I stepped out of the bed and on to the wooden floor it was cold beneath my feet, it made me shiver with the unknowingness of it all. This was not my room, I was somewhere else in the world, and it terrified me. Taking a good look around I noticed room was huge. The bed was a king size 4 poster, draped with silk pillows and sheets. 

An ancient looking trunk loomed at the foot of the bed, while a white marble desk and dresser stood adjacent on the other side of the room. This did not include the makeup table that lit up with what looked like a movie star's mirror. A closet peered out from behind the curtains which were blowing with the wind. Everything about this room was what I wanted to represent me, a mature me that everyone to seemed look over, they never actually believed I was 18 years old. 

The wind that was invading my warm room was coming from a balcony which as I ran over to it, it looked to be more than four stories high up, there was no way I could jump down to the bottom from here. This is when I finally noticed that someone had removed my dress, leaving me in a worn plaid button down shirt and my underwear, while it was comfortable, it left little to imagination, and it meant that whoever took me had seen me nearly naked. I hugged myself and mentally checked that I was all still intact. Besides my head hurting like a bitch, I felt normal everywhere else, nothing seemed to be violated, at least to my knowledge. 

A bird called out somewhere indicating that it was going to be morning soon. As I stood on the balcony, I  watched the sun rise over the mountains, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it all. Yes, I was in some weirdoes' house, where he was probably planning on kill me or worse, but I have to give it to him that, he had great taste. 

The sun, now illuminating a warm glow on my face, it felt nice, I am never up this early, nor am I ever this high up to feel as if I am the very first thing the sun is touching. I stood there for a couple more minutes taking in the scenery and decided the I must be in northern California. They couldn't have gotten me out of the state that quickly and judging my the rock structures and the water it looked like where our summer house looked like. 

I walked back into my room trying to form a plan to get myself the hell out of here. First I needed to find some pants. I walked over to the dresser and discovered a drawer full of jeans that where, one, my favorite brand, and two, just my size. I tried not dwell on how they found out all that information right now, I had to keep my head on straight. I opened another drawer and found clean underwear and bras, again all my size and style I liked, quickly I changed and grabbed a tank from the drawer beneath. I kept the flannel on, because I wanted to take as little from the house with me as possible. Also I might be able to get some DNA off of the shirt, because if it was his, then he had to have worn it or had been wearing it. 

Turning around I run over to the closet and found a pair of converse that are not my size, but they'll do for trying to get the hell out of here. I also found a backpack stuffed in the back corner. I grabbed it and filled it with another set of clothes and anything else that looks like evidence against this creep. However, even as I called him a creep, I don't want those blue eyes to be evil. I didn't want to believe that I was in any real danger, I ran my hand over my face and down my hair. This could only happen to me...