His Tiny Bea

Flora

Darkness. Fear. Hope. One of those things has never belonged with me.

My heart was laced with anxiety and worry as I was pushed into a strange vehicle. I heard my caption laughing and singing.

After what seemed like decades, we exited the car. A beautiful house strewn with plants and Victorian decor was Infront of me. It's beautiful... But why am I here?

It almost seemed like a palace, pull of servants and wealth.

A boy who looked about 17 emerged from the house.

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Flowing light blonde hair, as if I were staring at a freckled sun. A suit fitting around his broad muscles, and and smile as cold as the desert. I feel safe here.

"Here's your bitch." Master said, throwing me to the boy.

"Thank you, please head to the parlour for your payment."

He opened the box and looked at me with a regret and sadness. He looked kind and comforting.

We headed upstairs, curly, wooden stairs that seemed to say 'Don't you dare cross me.' We entered a room with the largest bed I've ever seen. A refined desk with school supplies and a calendar. A connected bathroom with a spacious shower, what I wished for at the moment. A smell like vanilla, a smell like a safe place.

He turned into a separate section of his room, and pulled back a satin curtain, with a flower pattern soft as a rose petal.

"Have a look" he smiled.

"My name is Flora." I said with a smile.

"David." He chuckled. "I do hope you like it here, because you'll be my little housemate."

"Thank you for getting me away from that man.." I almost cried a happy year while saying that.

He gave me a pitiful look and said "You have a doctor's appointment on the morning. Hopefully we can fix all those scars."

Oh yea... I forgot I was beaten up.

"Have some rest, and I'll be here when you wake up, Flora."

Something about the way he said my name... Made a rose seed be planted in my heart.