You Are My Life

Chapter 5: Escape

I could feel the pounding in my head as I began to bat my heavy eyelids open. I don’t even remember where I was, had I left the concert? Wait, did I fix my car? No…….. I remember what happened. Oh no, it can’t be! I sat up in my bed, but then I realized that it wasn’t my bed!!! I frantically looked around to notice I was in a hotel room. ‘Oh my god, those guys have me in a hotel room and I’m never going to get out alive,’ I thought to myself. But it hit me that it was a little too quiet, for two thugs who kidnapped a women, you’d think they'd be somewhere in sight too! ‘This is my shot to get out of here,’ I told myself as I slowly crawled out of the bed. I noticed how oddly my shoes were placed carefully on the side of the bed, but I didn’t waste any time thinking about how odd it was. I needed to get out of there. I grabbed my shoes and searched quietly for my purse. I found it neatly sitting on the table near the bathroom. Ok this is really weird, how come they beat the crap outta me; but take care of my stuff? I scooped my belongings into my arms and headed towards the main area of the suite. Weird how two thugs could afford such a big spacious, and what i asume, expensive suite. I didn’t even look in detail around the room I just darted for the door. My purse strap caught on the door handle of the bed room and its contents clattered to the floor. ‘Oh crap, I’m going to be caught, I’m so dead!’ I thought. I bent down and began to pick up all my stuff and shoved them into my purse in a rush when I felt someone walk up behind me and stop. I closed my eyes and fought back the tears as I knew who was going to be there and what I was in for since I was trying to escape. I stopped moving and came up with a plan of attack in my head; my keys were at my feet so I would just pick them up and go for his throat. I know keys aren’t the best weapon, but I’m kinda out of options here. I slowly picked up my makeshift weapon, standing up and quickly I turned around towards my attacker in one swift motion. I had him up against a wall ready to strike him in the throat when I froze. I paused as if time itself had frozen. I met his fearful gaze, his big brown eyes seemed to look deep into my soul, and I then dropped my shank. I realized I wasn’t fighting my attacker; I was fighting the most caring man in the world. I felt the keys hit the ground next to my foot as I backed away and began to sob again. So many emotions hit me all at once; fearful at what I had just done, happy that it was him and not those disgusting creeps, and to make it a more interesting mix I was sad. I’m not sure how I ended up in this situation but I was so emotionally and physically drained I didn’t even know how to react. I slid to the floor as tears flowed down my cheeks like a flood. I couldn’t control my sobbing and I just sat there on the floor in my emotions. I heard his foot steps back away from me then stop, I looked up and realized he was picking the rest of my stuff up off the floor and placing them carefully into my purse. He then walked over to me and bent down to look me in the eyes. “Are you okay?” said the most angelic voice. The words came out of his luscious lips so naturally and soothingly. I stopped crying at that moment and stared at him in awe. He noticed my change in expression and smiled weakly at me as he handed me my purse. I took it out of his hands and let it fall into my lap, and then he sat down next to me. “Are you okay? Did you sleep well?” he asked quietly. I looked down then back up to meet his concerned gaze, all I could do was nod. He then stood up and gestured for me to take his hand. I grabbed his hand as his strong yet gentle grip lifted me up onto my feet. He walked me to the couch and sat down across from me. We sat there for awhile in silence till he spoke up. “Would you like anything? A hot shower? Some breakfast?” he asked me shyly. I looked up at him and forced the words out of my mouth, “a-a shower w-would be nice.” He smiled at me and stood up; he left the room and came back with a robe and a towel. “The bathroom is just over there, help yourself,” he told me pointing in the direction of the door. I got up and slowly walked towards the bathroom door, but before I went in I turned around and noticed he was still watching me. I smiled at him and walked in closing the door behind me. I turned on the light and the shower; as I waited for it to warm up I went to the sink to get a good look at my face. I forced myself to look in the mirror and felt my knees go weak; I had a busted bottom lip with dried blood on it and bruises all the way up the left side of my face. My attention was drawn to a large bump that had formed on the side of my forehead. I curiously poked at it ‘ouch! That’s tender!’ I said to myself flinching at the stupid goose egg that was bulging from the side of my face. 'Great Michael's first impression of me is probably crazy hobo girl or something with my beat up ass and torn clothes,' i thought. Embarrassment hit me when I realized how torn my clothes were and thats what Michael saw me in. I left it alone and begin to make my way to the shower. I stepped into the wall of steam and water as it pelted softly against my skin and dripped off of me. I felt the warmness of the soothing water melt away all the tension that had built up in my muscles. I begin to relax a little as I ran shampoo through my long tangled hair. I closed my eyes to rinse the soap out when scenes started playing behind my eyelids. All at once I saw myself being attacked, carried away, and……abused. I began to shiver as if my shower had become the cold arctic. I could hear their voices ringing within my mind, the vile and disgusting things that spilled out of their lustful mouths. Ugh, I felt so sick I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to turn the knobs of the shower off while supporting myself holding the wall, next thing I knew I was going light headed and watched the shower curtain go down with me in a blur.