SURVIVOR of the WOODS

(6)

I woke up due to the scorching sunlight piercing its way through the window. I rubbed my temples and sat on the bed. I looked at the clock and it showed 8.45 a.m. Another day in hell! Great! I stood up and did the bed, clean the surfaces and showered.

After a warm bath, I wore a pink summer dress with matching scarlet crunchy. I combed my hair and tied it into a ponytail. I applied light makeup and as I was about to step outside, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal a confused Damien.

"Morning!" I greeted.

"Good morning,...I see you're up early."

"It's almost 10 a.m."

"You must be starving."

"A breakfast would be satisfying." I said hesitantly.

"Come, let's eat."

"Wait, is Freya down there?"

"Look at you, yesterday you did what no one dared to say to her and today, you are scared of her." He smirked.

"I'm not scared. I just don't want to see her."

"She's not here."

We marched side by side and when I reached the dining room, the table was filled with all sorts of fruits, waffles, pancakes, nuts, chocolates and whipped cream! I was literally drooling.

"Have a seat and eat whatever you want. Bon appetit!" He said while pulling a chair.

"Thanks." I started devouring the scrumptious foods.

.....

A few hours went by, I was standing on the balcony and I felt a terrible heartache as I reminisced about those wonderful days we spent on vacations with my brother and nephew. My father would buy everything we needed to spend time abroad. Now, I'll have to live with sorrow and mourn over their memories for the rest of my life. I don't even know how long I'll last here. I just wanted a normal life.

~knock knock~

I went to the door and opened it.

Freya.

"I thought about what you said yesterday." She said, out of the blue. She wore a white baggy shirt with blue ripped jeans and sneakers.

"Uhm...about that, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way."

"Why?"

Her question shooked me but I gathered my courage and said, "Cause, I don't know you guys well yet and trust is really important in any relationship. So, if I'm going to stay here for a longer time than I thought, I should be more comprehensible. So, I'd like to apologise for my behaviour yesterday."

"Okay. What do you want?" She caught me off guard.

"Can I just get my phone back?"

"Sure." She removed my phone from her jeans pocket and handed it to me.

"Did you go throught it?"

"No." She said and left.

"Thank you!" I shouted as she hurriedly descended the stairs without looking back.

Okay, action time! I dialed 911 and waited for response. The phone made a long beeeeepppp sound. They probably hacked it. I checked if I had any credit and my balance was enough to make a phone call. Then, why is it not working?

"Are you calling the police?" Damien said, his arms crossed and he observed me amusingly while standing by the door frame.

"Did you hack my phone?" I asked, my anger about to explode.