She finally got her slow ass self to her bedroom on the second floor. Supposedly we were at the back of the first floor. The stairs are at the front of the mansion, behind the entrance room. What kind of layout is this?
She opens the door, faces me "You know, instead of being rude you could have helped or something. I tried helping you" She walks in the room and takes off her shoes.
The fuck she on about? The light is turned on. The room is huge. She trudges over to her bed, falling on it. She rolls over, facing me "You can go on the couch" She rolls back over.
After taking my shoes off I sit on the big ass couch. It's fucking huge. Could fit ten people.
"Goodnight you rude guy" she mutters.
"Good...night?" People actually say that shit?
If only I was home right now... The air would be clouded with drugs, alcohol, pheromones. This place smells clean, empty. Strange.
There is no yelling, no swearing, noise, violence. So quiet. All that can be heard is snoring, footsteps downstairs and outside. They're quiet. The sun isn't blinding, it isn't here. The moon is beautiful.
Never seen the moon before. It's been described to me as a rock in the sky. I get up and walk over to the window. It reflects the hidden sunlight so graciously. I could have seen this my whole life? Under the window is grass with little flowers sporadically put through it. There is a giant pool and other rich people shit in the backyard. Farther in the background is a tall distinguishable hill covered in flowers and whatnot. The night passes beyond the hill, disappearing in the distance.
This room is too quiet. Where is the music in the background? The chatter that doesn't stop? The people coming in and out all hours?
I stroll back to the giant couch and lay on it. This all is a dream. This isn't my life or how it is supposed to be. Not with my people.
Now they all morphed to strangers on a new side of town. New types of people, different place. Does anyone know where I am? Can Mart find me here? He must.
His job. He has to get me out of here. I've done everything in my power to help him, now it's his turn.
Something is wrong here. The girl, she's not right. There is this feeling of familiarity, being drawn to her. She is a stranger my gut wants me to stay by. It's nonsense. I cannot be drawn to the daughter of my owner, the man who stripped me of pride.
Took my dignity. Put the cut over my hip, is the reason gauze covers me. My fingers are sore, torso too. What went wrong? Never messed up before. Met many men much bigger, younger and braver than oldie. Yet they didn't fucking make me black out.
The guard is a bitch ass hoe too. Standing there, scared out of his fucking mind. It was so bloody obvious. He should have been a waitress, would have done him more good.
*Time skip cuz he fell asleep or something idk lol*
"Wake up mister rude sleepy head. We're gonna go to the store and buy you a bunch of things that you should have... I just want to get things" Her dull voice is too close. Her peering gaze won't go away.
Turn to face the back of the couch. Put the hood on and hide. Only solution.
"You have to go whether you like it or not. You need to get some clothes too. What if your pants break next time and they have to get fixed. Will you stay pantless? I can't share my clothes with you because they're too small. I could give you a skirt though, I have some really stretchy ones. I think you would look beautiful. What if a sock breaks? Your toes will be cold or-"
"Do you ever shut up?"
"Only when someone takes me to the store. Do you know how to drive? I don't want to bother mom or dad or the drivers, they're sick of me" Her voice heightens at the end.
Roll back over to see her sitting on the other end of the couch, deprived of energy, fiddling with the hem of a different dress she's wearing "You'll stop bothering me if I take you to the store?"
She turns to me, full of glee and eagerly nods,
"Fine"
She slowly gets off the couch like some pregnant lady and drags herself to the door, puts her shoes on "Come onnnnn, we have to get there before the store is crowded and there's no parking or anything and we all die"
Unhinged thoughts. After putting on shoes and following her for the most fucking excruciatingly slow time, we're in a kitchen. Every fucking room here is beautiful. She takes keys off a rack and trudges her way over to a door on the opposite side of the entrance.
Once opened, a garage with a glazed gray floor and white ceiling with soft lighting is shown. The floor is too reflective.
She points to a blue Honda Civic "Would that work?"
"Sure?" It better or we'll die. Haven't lived long enough to die.
She hands me the keys after unlocking the car and starting it with the button. Cars can do that? We get in this very nice car. Should steal it and get the fuck out of here.
"Do you know how to drive? You never answered"
"Yea"
"Are you good?"
"No, I will crash the car on the highway and deliberately kill us"
She leans on the window "Get us to Target first at least"
"No promises" Now, to find a Target.
