HIDDEN

Two

   I woke up to the smell of soapy laundry detergent and the feel of fresh sheets underneath my drained body. I cringed as I rolled over, feeling like a huge wheight had been strapped to my skull, wheighing me down. In other words, it hurt like hell.

   I straightened my body into a position where I was laying flat on my back. I lay perfectly still for a few blissfully pain-free seconds, in hopes that would remain that way and do something to stop the tremendous war inside of my head. It didn't of course, but it was worth a shot. I pressed the palms of my hands against my temples, applying a lot of pressure, but it didn't help at all. I sighed.

   I wasn't in any mood for the pain the light would cause me when I'd finally cracked open my eyelids, and so I sulked back into the cushioned mattress, not wanting to leave. It was too comfortable to get up. However, I did bring myself to prying them open once again because I'd have to do it sooner or later, and I already had the feeling that it was late.

   The light shone in on my vision. I bit back the bullets of shine on one of the sheets. Painfully, sourly, and slowly, I looked up and around my room for a loose shirt strewn about the floor, but it was spotless.

   I turned my head in the direction of my wardrobe, but couldn't find it. There was a huge wooden door there. It had a fresh, modern looking lamp beside it, mounted on the wall. It was beautiful. But didn't make any sense, because those things weren't suppose to be there. Nothing was in order or where it should be. I turned my head in the other direction, to find a glass desk with a flat screen monitor on it, and I could feel my face dropping by the second. Realization spread through my head too quickly for the hangover I carried to handle.

   This wasn't my room.

   And this most definitely wasn't my house.

   I cursed under my breath, pushing myself up from the plush mattress. I felt the colour drain from my face as I noticed one more thing. I wasn't wearing anything. Quickly, I pulled a white sheet off from the bed, and wrapped it around myself, no longer feeling extremely exposed. It wasn't exactly something I was used to. I sighed, scurrying around the room looking for the clothes I wore last night, but to no avail. Defeated, I gave in, and opened up the doors to the medium-sized closet centered in the middle of the beige room. I grabbed the first shirt I saw, and pulled it on over my head, covering the top half of my body. It was large, and reached down to my knees. It made me feel more at ease, but only slightly. 

    In the corner of the closet, I spotted a neatly folded stack of sweats, and gratefully pulled a pair of those on, as well. I didn't have a bag last night... All I needed to do was to find my clothing, and my phone. "Let the hunt begin." I murmured, mentally slapping myself for being so stupid. 

   If my parents were in town... I'd be dead. It's not like they'd actually care, they'd just want me to maintain my image as "perfect daughter" for their high-end jobs. 

   I dragged my feet to the door in the far corner of the room, ignoring the tremendous headache inside my head. As soon as I twisted the knob under my hands, opening the door, the smell of bacon quickly wafted over me, engulfing me in its perfume. I couldn't help feeling slightly dizzy at the scent, but something told me to follow it. 

   Sure enough, I was led out of the room and down a staircase that was found at the end of the hall. I took note of the the pictures hanging all along the bright yellow walls of the house. Happy families on camping trips, and what appeared to be some place in the Caribbean. Some place hot, at least. I smiled at them, the two older boys and a young girl. Probably siblings, I thought. But I also couldn't help noticing how attractive the two brothers actually were. What have you gotten yourself into? My conscience screamed at me. Get out of this god damned house!