The House

Chapter 17 Ex-Boyfriend

This morning everything is awkwardly quiet. I stretch my arms and legs before sitting up on my bed.

After what happened a couple of days ago, I moved to one of the rooms upstairs. Luckily, no one came after me asking what was wrong, and I've been locked up in here ever since. Even when the Creep Guy calls, I don't answer. I don't want to leave this room because I don't want to find out anything else that can relate me with those maniacs.

I sigh and scratch my head while getting up from bed to go to the bathroom.

Most things make more sense now, but because of that they all feel wrong. If Nathan's father did something to me then that could explain why was I able to hear The Rock before it crashed into our School, or why was I able to resist the virus. However, I'm not immune to it. I realized that the night Max kidnapped and injected me with, what I think it was, a stronger dose of the virus. Laureen's results made that suspicion just clearer, and I think I would had turned into a Cannibal if it weren't for Dr. Wellis' care.

Now that I think about it, if it weren't for that guy in the Secret Room I wouldn't even had made it to the Outside World. I owe him my life, but I still don't know his name and I haven't thanked him for risking his life to save mine.

I sigh. The memories of him being tied to that chair and all the bruises on his face come back to my mind. That and... His reason for saving me.

"Isabelle, I rescued you because I love you."

If what he told me is true and I have some memories that are related to him erased, then I must find a way to get them back. That's the least thing I can do for him.

I'm done brushing my teeth. My thoughts made me space out this entire time. However, I've set up my mind. I'll go talk to him once I'm ready to leave this room.

I walk out of the bathroom to head back to my bed and read a book I brought with me.

"Good morning, Isabelle." I'm almost out of the bathroom when I hear a familiar male voice in my room. "You look nice in those shorts."

I look in front of me and see that there's a table right in the middle of the room. My bed is gone. The table is filled with a variety of dishes; meat, turkey, lobster, salads, drinks, even desserts. There are only two chairs at each end of the table. The first one is empty and it's right in front of me. The second one is at the farther end.

Sitting on that chair is a man wearing a black suit. He has light brown eyes and dark brown hair. The light coming through the windows doesn't favor him. He looks older than he actually is, but I would recognize that voice from miles away.

"Max," I say. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, c'mon Isabelle," he says as if he's tired of hearing that phrase. "Is that how you greet your beloved?"

I giggle and rest the right side of my body on the bathroom's doorframe. "It's funny that you think you're my beloved."

He giggles back. "Don't tell me that you're still mad about what I said before... 'dying'?" His expression looks as if he's eager to hear me say that I am.

"Not at all," I say while walking towards the empty chair to sit down and have something to eat. "In fact, I was hoping that you were still, you know, dead. Cuz that's what people do when they get killed." I grab a sandwich that was right in front of me. I also grab an empty glass and a jar filled with orange juice. "You haven't poisoned anything, right?"

He giggles, again. "There is a lot you don't know, Isabelle." He grabs a lobster's claw and bites it. He chews it, swallows it, grabs a thin glass, filled with what appears to be white wine, and takes a zip from it. "Why do you doubt me? What happened to our trust?" he puts the glass down.