Her Darkest Desires

Chapter 2

 After Gideon left, I shut the door and started to look around the room; the windows went from the floor to the ceiling and gave me the perfect view of the front of the house. There was a bookshelf in the corner with books in wrapping paper and a beautiful red rose on the table next to the black chair in what looked like a reading nook.

 I opened the closet door and saw that it was filled with clothes. I didn't know what to think, but I was happy that I had some clothes because I didn't get to grab much. I found a white crop top and some black sweatpants, took them, and laid them on the bed. 

I made my way to the bathroom connected to the room, and as expected, it was stocked with everything I would need. I closed the door and turned on the water making sure that the water was hot. I took my long dark brown hair out of the messy bun I had put it in and started to undress. Fully undressed, I admire the tattoo that matches my mother's. On my 17th birthday, she took me to get it as a present. We wrote 'I love you' on paper and got each other's note tattooed on our collarbone. She was my best friend and more than ever, I was happy to have this tattoo. I took my phone, opened Spotify, and started playing music from Sleep Token, the band my mother and I loved.

 I got into the shower and let the hot water run over my entire body, letting my muscles relax and giving myself a second to think over everything happening to me. How was I at my father's house, and how did everything my mother told me about him seem to fall apart at the seams? My mother described him as a heartless man who could never settle for a woman, and he married. I don't know what I'm going to say to him. I knew he was a successful businessman, but I was never interested in him or anything involving him because he left my mother right after I was born. My mother never liked talking about him, and when she did, it was out of pure hatred, but deep down, I could tell that she still loved him to her core. But I dont see what was so enticing; what kind of father can't even pick up his daughter whom he hasn't seen in 17 years? Realizing I was starting to drift into anger, I pushed everything out of my mind and finished my shower. 

I got out, letting the cold air hit my skin and remind me again what was happening. I brushed my teeth and hair before wrapping myself in a towel and grabbing lotion. Then, I returned to my bed to put on the clothes I had laid out earlier. I let the towel drop to the ground and applied lotion all over my body.

 I began to feel like I was being watched but pushed it away, just thinking that I was being paranoid. I put on a bra and underwear before putting on the crop top and sweatpants.

 As soon as I was done, I heard the front door slam shut and the voices of three men making their way upstairs. Looking out my window, I saw two sports cars and a bike. 

Maybe I wasnt being paranoid before.