Dark Femme (BWWM)

Chapter four

Anita Stone

I woke up, but instead of feeling cat fur in my face, I found myself pressed against a silk pillow case.
Bright Sunlight hits my face and I groan, why did I leave the curtain up?

I stumble out of bed with my eyes closed trying to feel my way through, careful not to step on any little creatures. Last thing I need is to hurt any of my babies.

I made my way to where my window is taping against the screen for a feel of the curtains.

"There's a panel right there to close the curtains." I hear a masculine voice and immediately on the first word, my eyes shot open, the lanky old man from yesterday is standing at the door of a bedroom that is very clearly not my own.

My head whips around to the window and I'm shocked to find a towering glass wall overlooking a great pond.

"Sir Thaddeus would like you to join him for breakfast. He has provided you with these." The old man walked towards the cream ottoman against the huge bed and placed a pile of clothes.

"The bathroom is over here, it's been prepped for you. however, if there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to let me know." The man said taking long steps towards one of the two other doors in the room. He opens the door and I see a bright pink bathroom with gold details.

"You must hurry as to not disrupt his schedule."

I pick up the neat folded pile of clothes and shut the door behind me.
I lean against the door and take a deep breath.

I place my hand against my chest and continue to take steady breaths. I'm alive, I didn't die in that basement.

A memory flashes in my head and I shut my eyes and clench my jaw- the man's blood and brain bits against the steel walls.

Fuck, fuck-

I find myself unable to breathe and hold myself up. I fall to my knees and grip them tightly.

Fuck, fuck-

I can't breathe- I put my head between my legs and hug myself.

I try to think of cheerful memories instead,
I think of my first date with Aaron, laughing so hard I snorted and choked on my milkshake.

I think of getting joy from the shelter with Hanna, how I couldn't even walk out of the shelter without her.

Going shopping with my mother, spending days nursing her to health after a head cold.

I find my breath in those memories.

I take a shower and step out to dry myself with a fresh towel I find in the closet along with a multitude of feminine scented expensive products and hair styling products.

I open the top of the designer lotion bottles and find a pleasant smelling one and lather it on my body along with deodorant and a matching perfume.

I brush my teeth with a new toothbrush and then walk towards the pile of clothes.

There's a brand new matching bralette set, it's cotton and stretchy and a medium so it fits.
And then there's a modest white dress that frames my body as a square and a long cream cardigan to pull over it.

I wrap my waist length butterfly locs into a bigbun and I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked as though I was ready for church which in this situation I'm very grateful for.

I open the bathroom door into the bright sunlit room.
There's a knock at the door and I hesitated to open it. When I do there's a pale light haired girl on the order side, in her hand is a table with pink bunny slippers on it.