Song of the Sabotaged

Part 3

~Sorry for the late updates. I'm going through stuff right now. I'll try to keep updating. No promises.

Looking around the room, I could see I was shut up in some plain room. White walls, wooden tiled floors, no items to distinguish the person who the room belonged to.

Throwing the blankets from my skin, a slight chill, probably from outside, bit my skin. I slowly slid my feet onto the ground, and eased my weight onto my toes. The floor boards were silent.

The room felt nice, like it belonged to an expensive home, relatively new.

Crossing towards the door, my heart beat in my throat. I couldn't quell the panic racing through my blood as my fingers wrapped around the cold knob of the door.

Twisting it, I let the door swing open in a lazy movement. Holding my breath, I walked into the next room.

The house was silent, which increased the pounding in my chest.

There were no pictures, no nick-knacks, nothing. Just carpet, and walls.

The hall opened up into what I presumed was the living room. Windows lit up the group with moonlight. Shelves were basically bare, and there was a modern, black couch, along with a big flat screen tv, and a few chairs. A clock read 4:15 a.m. in bright red, block numbers

Money. They definitely had money. 

Worrying my lip, I moved more into the room. A feeling caressed my feet, and I jumped back in surprise.

Below me was a soft, fur carpet. White. I hadn't noticed it before now, and it caught me off guard.

Pressing my fingers against my collar bone, I ventured deeper into the room. There seemed to be no personalized things.

This frightened me more than it should have.

A car door slamming shut had my skin crawling. Slinking towards a window with blinds, I peered out between the gaps. The streets were silent, dark and sleeping. The houses across the street dead, and yet perfect. A quaint neighborhood. 

I could see the silhouette of a car in a driveway, and the silhouette of a person walking around the vehicle.

The person appeared to be a man, his build obvious.

And then he began walking towards the door. My heart practically burst in my chest, and I turned on my toes, racing back towards the room I was in.

I didn't want to be caught snooping... but I didn't want to be caught in general.

They may already know I'm here...

My feet flew past the door, and I jumped into the bed as quick as I could, soaring over the footrest.

Bouncing, I quickly wrapped my tiny fingers over the grey comforter.

The front door opened just as I pulled the blanket up to my chin, rolling over and feigning sleep.

Whoever they were, it scared me, and put me on edge.