Beauty within the beast

Sensitive beast

I'm siting on Satan's bed, also known as Roman, contemplating what I have done. It settles uneasily inside my stomach which is twisting into knots.

Okay, maybe I kicked him in the nuts, maybe he will beat me or possibly kill me for doing so, but I don't regret it one bit. It felt so right to do that, a swift kick in the nuts is what he needed. Or that's what i'm trying to convince myself of..

Everyone in the living area had seen me, some even called out my name,but I ignored them and headed up here. Cal even tried going into the elevator with me but I quickly slammed the button and the doors closed before he could even enter.

I had a sob fest for what seemed like hours, I feel better but I'm still nervous.
I do not want to even go downstairs, roman is probably planning his revenge plan. Which I am definitely not looking forward to.

I've never been slapped in the face before, not also to mention, by an evil man. I don't even think the sting on my cheek is what caused me to sob for hours, I think it's just simply due to the fact that someone slapped me. I have never had such an angry confrontation before, not even with my parents or the students at my school! I'm the quiet and calm girl in the halls, the girl who avoids social interaction and loves watching re-runs on weekends.  I guess it's this situation that is bring the worst out of me.

I slump my shoulders and stare at the ground,wondering what I should do.
I don't want to wait inside this room. Roman could come up here anytime to have a " Friendly" chat, so I best be somewhere people are near by, more specifically cal. Cal seems strongly against women abuse, I mean who would think a  mob member would be  kind and caring like cal??

Or is it just a facade?..

I hop off the bed and walk to the door, turning the knob quietly , I poke my head outside and look around. The hallways are empty, which is a great sign for me.

I quietly tiptoe down the hallway, instead of making a left towards the elevator, I decide to keep on going straight, might as well explore the place I'm forced to live in, right?

I come upon two hallways, left and right.

I choose right.

I see several doors aligned, but one that catches my attention is two great big wooden doors, something about it instantly draws me near. I can't tell if it is something good.. Or bad.

I pull on the handle and surprisingly it opens with ease. I stick my head in, thanking no one in particular, that the room is empty.  I tiptoe in and gasp. There is a big desk, fireplace , fancy design patterns on the wall, but that's not what makes me gasp. There is a huge statue of roman in the middle of this freaking room.

Instead of finding this intriguing, I find it creepy, I mean is he that honored or self absorbed?

Cringe.

I walk up to the marble statue, studying the features and come to realization, this isn't roman. It looks so similar , but some of the  features are off, it's probably a relative of roman.

It's still creepy.

I hear footsteps and voices coming towards the doors, my eyes widen and my blood runs cold.

I know this is definitely a place I'm not supposed to go in, causing survival instincts to kick in. My eyes quickly dart to  a fake plant and a chair by a bookcase. I scurry over to it, crouching underneath the designer chair , hiding my feet and legs behind the fake plant and bookcase.

I keep my breathing calm and quiet as I see six pairs of shoes enter the room.
One in boots, red sneakers, combat boots, fancy men dress-shoes, high-heels and green sneakers.