Billie Bossa Nova

39.

Just as Kayden said, Layla paid her a visit in the early afternoon. She was a polite redhead with a freckled nose and was dressed in a maid uniform. A particularly short one at that. Billie prayed that that wouldn't be her in the next coming days. Last she needed was flaunting her assets to a man who promised punishment to a grown adult for misbehavior. Creepy was an understatement.

"So, we don't swear here. He is definitely against any cussing, including using the Lord's name in vain." Billie widened her eyes. "Don't worry," Layla chuckled upon seeing her reaction. "You will get used to it."

"We are strictly prohibited from entering his room and his office." Billie knew that was definitely something she planned on doing. While she was here, she might as well gather some information. She knew she would be leaving soon. Just needed a strategy as to how and when she did leave, she'd have bulky evidence on Klide. "We all eat every meal of the day together. No complaining about anything. Only use your indoor voice, ladies don't shout. And the last rule is never to leave the house without permission or supervision."

Billie wanted to ask questions about the "no complaining" and "indoor voice" rule, but she decided against it. No protest would come from her while she was here. It would be of no use.

"Breakfast is at eight AM, so you have forty-five minutes to get ready."

Billie looked across the room at Layla who sat on her bed while Billie was looking out the window as nature proceeded to live freely outside right before her. After Klide had left, Billie ran her tests by knocking on the windows and figured out that it was bullet proof, meaning it was definitely wooden chair proof.

Billie glanced over at Layla inquisitively and asked, "Get ready?"

"Yes. You can use the shower on the second door to your right and if you need anything to wear, I packed in some clothes in your closet the night before you got here."

Billie crossed her eyebrows. "You were expecting me?"

"Of course. Daddy always brings us a new friend. I was honored to be the one to welcome you." Layla was smiling.

Billie grinned back, but she more of wanted to grimace at how disgusting it was. Especially after what Layla had just referred to Kayden by.

After a while, Layla left and Billie got ready as she was told. The clothes that were packed in for her were all denim shorts, sundresses, tube tops and tank tops. All significantly short. No comfy sweatpants or cozy shirts. She was exasperated as she pulled out a yellow sundress to wear, thinking of the many ways she could make Adan pay for putting her through this.

She waited for Layla to return to guide her to breakfast. The girl was always happy and zealous, which made Billie wonder how long she spent here to be so happy all the time in the hands of her abductor.

"How long have you been here, Layla?" she asked.

"Two years. I was twenty years old when I got here. Daddy says he knew I was going to like it here."

Billie grimaced at the way the girl addressed Kayden. "How old are you now?"

"I'm twenty-two," she replied. "What about you?"

"Twenty-one." The lie was effortless. Billie looked around as they walked down the stairs. The house was very cozy, yet modern. Forbo Marmoleum black and white floors, walls framed with elegant Hispanic artworks and soft carpets with traditional designs. "Layla?"

They were just walking down the stairs when Billie called for Layla who was focused on the rail she was holding. "Hm?"

"Why can't I leave the room on my own? Why do you need to be here?"