Sold ~ A Ziall Horlik short story

Chapter 6 ~ Day five, unlocked

Chapter 6 ~ Day five, unlocked

~Niall's POV~

The last few days have been a blur for me. I stopped remembering after day one when I saw the painting. Maybe it's because I didn't find any clues anymore.

James had actually helped me with his hint the first day. Don't look at the details, but look at the details. It was true. Don't look into the little details, but look at the decoration. I wish I realized that sooner. It would have saved me a lot of searching.

We had also became a lot closer. I think me and James are good friends now, which I'm glad for because I probably have to stay here for the rest of my life. Or until Zayn gets tired of me and sells me again.

Speaking about Zayn, he had slept with me every night till now. Just cuddling with each other, he had managed to keep the dreams away. That's why I let him sleep with me like that. 

Oh, who am I kidding? I like him, even though he is my master and I am his slave. I realized the tingles I get when we touch is the feeling of love. Well, I never experienced love before, but I hope this is it, 'cause it feels damn right.

I feel Zayn moving in the bed next to me. It makes me come back from my thoughts. When I turn to look at the beautiful face, I see his golden brown eyes already watching me.

"Good morning." I say with a smile and a blush on my cheeks.

"Morning." Zayn responds. "What were you thinking about?" 

He was watching me. I blush a bit harder before answering. "About where I can find some clues for todays searching." I lie. Well, it isn't really a lie. I was thinking about that before I was over thinking my feelings.

"The blush on your face tells me that that isn't the truth."

Damn, he's too good in reading my expressions. For the whole week he has been reading my emotions right off me. I don't know how he does it, but he's right every time.

"I was..." I need to find a lie quick. "I was..." 

My voice stocks when I can't find anything. I don't want to tell him the truth. He will laugh at me, say I'm stupid even and maybe punish me.

"Well, you don't have to explain." Zayn  says and sits up, so he can look me in the eyes better. "You were thinking out loud the first time. I just wished you would tell me in the face too."

My eyes go wide at his words. Curse me and my big mouth. My heart is beating faster inside my chest.

"Don't be afraid." Zayn then says. He trails his hand over my cheek and leans down, placing his lips on mine for a quick peck. "I feel the same way."

I can't believe my ears. Is he for real? Maybe this is why he made the deal with me.

Zayn stands up and walks to the door. "I must leave you now, love, so you can search for clues. I want you to remember before I can love you like I want to. Oh, and I'll give you a hint. Think logic in choosing the rooms you do research in. Remember, you have permission into every room. Every room." Then he walks out of the room.

What does he mean with that? Why are their hints always so difficult to decipher? With a sigh I get up and start to get ready while thinking about the hint.

Think logic...

Every room...

 

~*~

I have figured it out. Zayn's riddle. He means his room. It's one of the rooms I have yet to do, but I was to scared to go in. What if he caught me and punished me because I wasn't allowed in, plus, that room is logic to keep secrets and clues in.

I had asked James where Zayn's room is and James had smiled. He said it was next to mine.

Now, I'm standing there in front of the door. I knock first and when no one responds, I walk in.

Zayn's room is an exact copy of mine. Blue walls and the same bed. The only thing that is different are the decorations on the wall. He doesn't have a single painting. Only shelves with books. Thousands of them.

I walk to the bed and start searching through it. Under the pillow, mattress and bed I find nothing. Then I look through the bedside table and find, again, nothing.

Then I get up and walk through the room past the books. There are a lot of them and all are too much for me to understand. They are all written in Latin or old English. One book catches my eye. It's a note book. I take it from the shelve and turn it open to the first page. I smile when I see what is written there.

Dear diary,

I immediately know I found what I was looking for.

It's been thirteen years, two months and eleven days since I saw Niall. Since they took him. Yeah, I counted every day without him. It was torture. I still wonder why I didn't try harder to get him back. Why I let my best friend go... The one I loved and still love...

The diary drops from my hands when everything becomes black in front of me. Then flashes of people start to form in front of my eyes. For the first time in my life I remember their names. My family. That I was poor and where I lived before I was a slave. I remember Zayn was my best friend. He was the one that give me money to survive. Then the memories of when I got kidnapped come back. I also remember the first auction I went to, the first owner I had and the second too. I remember Sara and her death.

I remember everything.

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