I woke up to the sound of beeping. I feel my senses hit me in full force, that even the soft beeping is so irritating in my ears, the smell of detergent and cologne makes my nose clog and a lump form in my throat.
I opened my eyes and instantly regret it, the bright lights almost blinding me so I shut my eyes closed again.
Wait, bright light?
Oh, God.
"Andrea..." I heard someone call for me.
Am I dead or what?
"You're pretty much alive." Answered the same voice.
"God?" I asked, my eyes still closed, my voice cracking.
"Yes, but you humans call me Ethan." With that said my eyes sprung open, I didn't even care about the bright light, instead I focused on the disheveled looking Ethan who's standing over me.
"Wha- where am I? No. Don't answer that, the question's so cliché. It's obvious that I'm in a hospital." I croaked -yeah, like a frog. Not😑- Ethan probably noticed my lingering looks towards the cold pitcher and pour me a glass of it before helping me up to drink it.
"So..." I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue what he's going to say.
"What?" I asked flatly.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" He asked, avoiding eye contact.
"I'm just tired last night, not drunk." I rolled my eyes, "Of course! I remember everything."
"I'm glad you're still the same." He muttered.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, a little offended.
"Nothing! Really!" After that silence fell between us for a couple of minutes before he asked, "Are you hungry? I'll get you anything?"
"Since when are you willing to do anything for me?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Since it's my fault that you almost got raped last night! And look at your arm and your ankle! It's all my fault." He said like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Keyword: Almost. And you forgot that you saved me from that old dude that bought me." I didn't even notice the cast on my right arm and on my right foot.
"Wait, what? Bought you?" He asked, judging by the way he look, spoke, and his stance that he doesn't look too happy about the news.
"Yeah, some guy named Vic sold me to him. Claiming that he needed the money." I said nonchalantly, but truth to be told the idea made me a little uncomfortable and down.
Everyone is willing to do anything for the sake of money.
Just like dear mommy.
"Vic who? What the fuck? Who sells girls for a living." I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on Ethan.
"It's okay. He seems sorry for what he did." I'm not really sure about what I said.
"Well that's not enough. He can't just sell you and get away with it." He sat back down to the reclining chair beside my bed and looked at me annoyed.
Well you're not the only one, buddy.
"He looks guilty enough." I answered him calmly.
"Like I said before, that's not enough." He sat back and cross his arms, looking determined.
"But I think he regrets it, for all we know he tried to go back and save me but he was too late." I argued.
"Too bad for him then." He said with a shrug.
