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Chapter 32----- Alone with Angel

Dedicated to @ HunterOfTheMist

Hazel's POV

My head hurts like a bitch as I teared my eyes open slowly. I rubbed my eyes sweetly, yawning as my eyes fully opened
Where the fuck am I?!
Panic seized me for a second before everything hit me hard.

Fiona, Vidal, Bethany, the fight.
Hagel.

Yeah Hagel. He defended me.
A huge smile plasterred on my face as I gazed around the impressive looking bedroom.
There's no sign of Hagel. I'm about to get off the bed in search of him but I stop.

Morning breath! I probably look like shit.

It was confirmed as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Gosh...
My hair is a mess and my head won't stop throbbing.
There's new brush and fresh towel sitting by the sink. Grabbing the brush, I apply Colgate and brush my teeth.

This guy is a mystery to me.

I'm in awe as I study the plush bathroom with a huge jacuzzi positioned at the center.

I take my time to have the bath of my life. After I finish , I toweled off and paddle back into the room I slept in.
This place is amazing. It has two bathrooms and two rooms.

Apparently, the bathroom I used yesterday was probably for visitors or some shit like that. None the less, it was equally amazing.

After I finished dressing.... That is, wearing Hagel's shirt and some new boxers of his I found, I strolled barefooted into the hall and open kitchen. There's still no sight of him but there's this amazing aroma of lasagna emanating from a covered saucepan.

My stomach grumbled l.
But I'm not hungry much. I'm worried. There's still no sign of Hagel.

I'm feeling suddenly crestfallen.
Did he leave already?
Did he go back to the Cain mansion?
Does he regret helping me?

I spot a piece of paper sticked to the fridge. The sudden relief and warmth that filled my heart was the most welcoming.

Out to the gym and to get groceries. Feel free to eat the lasagna, it's yours.
Will be back in two hours or less. Hagel.

Okay, so it's not like he went running away from me back to the mansion.
Whew, such a relief. I eat the amazing food in content, relishing every bit of it in pleasure.

Once I'm done, I tour around the rooms and I'm still left in amazement an hour later.

Feeling bored, I decide to watch something on the huge flat panel TV.

I have no idea how get the fucken thing working but after much attempts, I successfully have a movie playing from Netflix.

So much advancement.

Come to think of it, I was never even the type to be interested in machines even before my accident and me going into coma.

I'm so engrossed in the movie Thirteen Reasons Why  that I only realized how much time has past another hour or so later.

He's still not back. Worried, I searched for my phone which I found in the room I had slept in, on the bedside table.
I called Hagel, twice. But no answer came. Sent him a message, no reply came.

Suddenly feeling like a depressed house wife, I sat in the couch, pouting , arms crossed. I stood and paced the hall, waiting for a call or a beep showing a message.

Nothing.

I don't know where we are so I can't even risk going out.
It was the aforementioned I was debating on when the door clicked open.