To Save My Daughter

Part 10: Prisoner in Luxury

I woke up in a start. I didn’t know where I was at first. Slowly, everything started to come back to me. Quickly I reached up and touched my neck. I was shocked to feel that the wound had healed. I sat up in bed expecting Xander to still be asleep next me. To my surprise he was gone. His side of the bed was cold and empty; still I could still smell him in the air, around me.

Part of me was almost sad that he wasn’t there. What the hell was I thinking? Good I’m glad that arrogant asshole is gone. That sounds more like me talking. Sheesh, I must be losing my grip on reality.

That was when I noticed Grace lounging in a big oversized chair watching TV. I looked at the huge flat screen, and couldn’t believe my eyes. She was watching Twilight. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Of all the freaking movies.

“Hey, Baby girl.” I called out to her.

Grace leaped out of her chair and pounced up on the bed next to me. She had the biggest smile on her face. I guess I did too. I was so happy to see her, and just knowing she made it through last night, gave me some inner peace.

“Hey Mom. How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I feel a heck of a lot better having you with me. How was your night? You weren’t too scared, where you?” I asked.

“Oh, Mom. I was fine.  Can you believe this place? I never knew people really lived like this.”

I frowned a little. I didn’t want her to get caught up in the luxury of it all. When I finally figured a way to get us out of here, we would be going back to our humble life. Still, I did chime in, “It is really something isn’t it.” I couldn’t deny the fact of what was in front of me.

“So where is he?” I asked Grace.

“Oh, Xander. He came and got me really early this morning. Said he wanted me to keep you company, because he had to go to town and check on a few things. He said he would be later, and we’d have a nice family dinner in the dining room.  He asked what your favorite food was. I told him Brussels sprouts and Pork Chops. I don’t know if he believed me, but if he did, I’m going to love dinner tonight. ” Grace laughed.

I laughed. That was her favorite, and she always tried to get me to make it. I can’t say Brussels sprouts are my fav, but oh well.

“Oh, and he said he’d be bringing someone back, so I won’t be lonely. A friend or something.”

“A family dinner and a friend?” I questioned her. Grace shrugged her shoulders and turned to watch Bella and Edward kiss.

All I could think of was; he’s delusional. Family? That will be a cold day in hell when that happens.

Too many things were going through my head that I knew Grace couldn’t understand. So I decide to change the subject an asked, “What time is it?” I wanted to know how much time I had before he came back.

“It’s after 12 o’clock Mom. I can’t believe you slept that late. You never sleep late like that.  I kept wondering if I should wake you up, but Xander told me to let you sleep. He said you needed to get your rest after your ordeal. Xander also told me that when you woke up, that I needed to get you to eat something.”  With that Grace jumped off the bed and raced to a little side table. She grabbed me a sandwich and some fruit.

I sat there in shock. Rest after my ordeal. He is my ordeal. Still, I couldn’t believe how upbeat she was. It bugged me that she was doing Xander’s bidding while he was gone. Xander said this, Xander said that. How did he get her on his side so fast? What am I saying?  My head must not be cleared up yet. Sheesh, she is just trying to take care of me. She loves me after all.

“Oh sweetheart thanks. I guess I am pretty hungry. Did you get enough to eat?”

“I’ve been munching all day.” Grace exclaimed. “I really need to go for a run or something. I have way too much energy, after sitting around. Do you think we will be able to go outside? It is so beautiful out there.”

“Oh we’ll be going outside, sooner than he may think. I have to find us a way out of here.”

“Mom, Xander said to behave. I think you shouldn’t test his patience. I don’t think he really has any.”

NO SHIT, I wanted to rage at her. He’s freakin Bi-Polar. I couldn’t believe what I as hearing. Did she not remember last night? I hated to pull this line, but I believed the situation called for it.

“Grace, I am your mother. It is my job to keep you safe and out of harm’s way. So, if I can get you and me out of here that is what I am going to do. If Xander likes it or not.”

That is when it dawned on me. He’s not here. He’s gone. Left us here. This is our chance to get the hell out of dodge. I stuffed the rest of the sandwich in my mouth. Jumped out of bed, and raced over to the bedroom door. Turning the knob it was locked. Damn it! That asshole! Locked us in this room, like prisoners. Crap he doesn’t trust me. Not that I blame him any.

I decided to try the windows to be on the safe side. Crap, they’re locked too. I checked the bathroom, and those windows didn’t unlock either. I hate this feeling of being a trapped mouse.

Since I was stuck, I decided to make the best of it for a moment. I decided to explore the bedroom and bathroom. Maybe I could find something useful.

I started in the bathroom. I opened the drawers and cabinets. Nothing really good in there. I did find a nail file, clippers, and tweezers. Nothing to help defend us from a vampire. Heading to the bedroom, I went through all the drawers. Nothing! Same with the closet and night stand tables. Only thing I found of interest was a Bible and cross in the night stand. Guess the myth about Vampires and crosses isn’t true. Just my luck. “Aarghhh!!!” I let out in frustration.

Grace just sat and watched me act like a mad woman. Part of me thought I was going to go crazy. I hated being taken away and locked up. I was always in control of my surroundings. It bothered me that Grace seemed to be handling it better than me. Was I just to give in and be his mate…?  I shuttered at the word. Or was I to fight until my last breath. I feared that if he was truly as threating as I knew he was, I might have to give myself over to him, just to keep Grace safe. I hate the thought that Grace would be used as a bargaining tool. Mine or his.  

Pacing back and forth, I decided it was best to just calm down. The time will come, when I can make the right move. I just have to weight and weigh all the options.

After a few minutes, I grabbed a pair of jeans, pink knit shirt, and an oversize long gray duster sweater I had seen that were about my size in the closet. Scrounging around I found some socks, bra and panties as well.  It puzzled me? Why were they so many items in my size here?  In all colors and styles. The shoes in the closet were even my size. I looked at Grace; she was wearing what looked like a brand new outfit in her size and style as well. I didn’t like the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. That same old sense that things were not right, came back to haunt me.