SURVIVOR of the WOODS

(7)

I quickly went upstairs to shower up and wore a casual yellow summer dress with white flowers on it and buttons in the middle of the dress. It showed my curves perfectly.

I went to the balcony and breathed in the fresh tropical air. I hate to admit it but even though I'm staying with the killer of my father, I was actually enjoying the peaceful atmosphere here.

"It seems like you are loving it here." Damien said while stepping on the balcony.

"No, I just appreciate the environment." 

"You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you, Damien."

"So, how was the training in the gym?"

"It was okay, I guess."

"At least an okay than bad or worst. So, my psychopath boss isn't that psychopath after all?"

I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon, let's go to the market." He gently tapped my shoulder.

"Can I ask you something related to Freya?"

"Sure!"

"You've known her since?"

"Uhm...probably 8 years."

"Do you mind my asking about what happened to her mother?"

"She disappeared when Freya was just a kid. Ever since, Freya had to live with her dad."

"So, you didn't search for her?"

"We did! But, it was very hard to find her."

"Did you stop the search?"

"A long time ago. Her dad was so miserable that whenever the search team couldn't find her and would come back without his wife, Freya's dad would threaten them to death and would even hang them up. Freya spent her teenage years looking for her mom but it was wasted."

"That's crazy!"

"I know right. Anyways, we no longer search for her mom anymore. It was a pretty reasonable choice why she left. I would've done the same thing."

"Because of Freya's dad?"

"Totally!"

"Then, what about Freya? She's not that good."

"Uhm..."

"I mean why not let me get out of here instead of suffering from a dad and daughter abuse game."

"Trust me, once you get to know her, you wouldn't want to leave."

"Damien, the word trust is still hard to believe in here. And I don't even want to know her!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. We're just protecting you."

"From what?! Yourselves?"

"Look Dorothea, when time comes, we'll tell you everything. Okay?"

"I got nothing to say. Can we go now? I feel like the market will make me feel better." I walked past him.

Damien rode to the market place. The whole ride was silent and I could enjoy the scenery. The location of the mansion was pretty great cause it was surrounded with nature. The market wasn't that far so, we reached within 10 minutes.

He parked the jeep nearby the entrance. It was quite a busy spot. I could see people walking around freely and most of them look like they're here for vacation. So, this isn't a private island I presume.

"So, let's go buy some clothes for ya." Damien said smilingly.

"For me?"

"Of course, we don't know your choices, so it's better if you chose your own clothes."