Dangerous Daddy

Chapter 27

 Natalie stood in the large walk in closet looking at everything hanging up on "her" side. All of the clothes from her apartment had been brought here, cleaned, and hung up; but there were new ones as well. They still had their tags and from what she could tell, they were all very expensive.

She assumed that they had been bought for her, they were her size after all, but she didn't want to wear something and get in trouble if that wasn't the case. So instead, she picked one of her old grey sweaters and the matching sweatpants. She wanted to be comfortable while she could.

After grabbing the chosen outfit and a pair of sneakers, she made her way into the en suite bathroom. If she really was going to be left alone then now was the perfect time to shower in peace. Locking the door behind her, she turned on the hot water and quickly undressed.

The hot water felt amazing on her sore muscles. The longer she stood under the spray the more tension and stress seeped away. It would've been truly relaxing if she was anywhere but this house. She took her time to wash, shave, and re-wash. She never wanted to leave and was taking any excuse to stay in longer.

Natalie managed to stretch the shower to 45 minutes before she knew she needed to get out and start thinking of her escape. She had a few ideas already beginning to form.

While in the shower she had let her mind wonder to nice things like her family, work, and school. Her parents would know by now that something was wrong. She talked to her mother on the phone almost every day, and her father always knew when something was wrong. He always said her guardian angels were tattle tales. That always made her laugh, even now, she giggled at the thought.

After quickly drying herself and getting dressed Natalie made her way back into the bedroom. She sat on the end of the bed and tried to remember the layout of the enormous mansion she was stuck in.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. She froze, not wanting anyone to come into the room with her. When the door was pushed open, it was the man she knew as Sam. He was holding a small tray of food and he looked uncomfortable, like he didn't know whether to just barge in or not.

"Hey. I brought you supper. I'm Sam." He introduced himself in the doorway, waiting for some sort of invitation to enter.

"O-oh... Hi, I'm Natalie." She held onto the comforter underneath herself, trying to not cower away from the way he was staring at her.

The two looked at each other, neither made a move or spoke. Sam was patient and wanted to be on good terms with the poor woman trapped by his brother, and Natalie was afraid of the stranger employed by her rapist captor.

"Ummm ... Its warm for now if you wanted to eat it soon .." Sam hinted to be let in.

"Oh, right. Yeah." Natalies fear was slowly being replaced by awkwardness.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get anything more than that, Sam entered the room and closed the door behind himself. He walked to the small coffee table in front of the couch in the centre of the room and placed the food down. Trying to give Natalie as much space as he could.

"The cooks here are really good, I think you'll like this." He gestured to the tray of pasta and fruit. It was admittedly a weird combination.

Natalie could tell that the man was trying to start a conversation. She wasn't interested but really didn't want to be rude and anger him so she nodded and smiled at him. She watched him awkwardly look around the room as a tense silence fell over them.

"So, Cooper ... he's not so bad.." It sounded lame even to him.

"Ummm." Natalie didn't know what to say. There is no way that this man didn't know what had happened at the police station that he drove them home from. She was forced into the car while crying, he saw it all and pretended to just have a normal conversation with Cooper the whole time.