Mpop Fever

5: Falling

"Don't you want to know if Lika is okay?" I glared up at Dan as he sauntered into the room with a wooden tray in his hands.

It had been two hours since I had hit Lika with the vase. Everyone panicked, except for me of course. They took him away and then just left me to rot. I was left to throwing things against the wall, and most likely dying of the claustrophobia that the room gave me.

I was sitting on the bed, which smelt rather odd if I may add, with my arms crossed over my chest.

"When I get out of here, you are fired."

Dan just smiled. He stopped in front of me and then smiled down at me.

"Here's your food, boss." His stupid grin did not subside. I did not take the tray.

"I want my bag." I said, still glaring. I shifted my weight uncomfortably. Dan shook his head.

"We sent it back." My eyes widened as panic started to evade most of my emotions.

"No." I shook my head. "I need it."

"We'll buy you whatever was in that bag. We needed to send something back to show that you were fine." I was starting to palpitate at the thought of not having my bag with me. "Calm down, it was just a bag."

"Get out." I said as I tried to control my breathing. I did not have my bag. It was a scary feeling.

"Are you okay?" He worriedly asked. I lifted my eyes to glare at him.

"Get out!" I shouted, causing him to quickly stand. He looked at me worriedly.

"Lese-"

"Don't say my name. Just leave."

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I woke up to a dull pain in my chest. I ignored it. I was still wearing the previous day's clothes. I was still in the tower. I still did not have my handbag.

I scratched my left arm as I looked around the room. The arm was not itchy. I squinted my eyes at the mess. I frowned and stood up. I then walked to the en-suit to wash away the previous day's makeup, and also the dirtiness from then.

Mike must have been worried. I stood in front of the mirror and recoiled at the person in front of me. Frowning, I opened the tap on the sink to wash away the fugly.

The make-up was smudged in most places and my mascara was barely-existent on one eye, while it was too noticeable on the other. My hair was pointing in every direction, and I was pretty sure that half of my face was stuck on that pretty white pillow.

When I was done, my face was as bare as the day that I was born. It felt wonderful.

I started to take off my clothes while I thought of more escape plans. I needed to leave and go back home. What did Mike think? Did he think I was killed, or did he believe whatever he was told about me being okay? I wasn't.

I got into the shower while mindlessly scratching my left arm. I did not notice how hard I was scratching, not until I felt an abnormal burn when the hot water hit my body. I frowned. Best way to start your day, I reckon.

I was there for a while before I realised that they would never run out of hot water. Stretching my stiff muscles, I walked out of the shower. I found a towel on one of the wracks and wrapped it around me.

The bathroom had everything in it. Everything that a girl would need. Shampoos, foam baths, sanitary stuff, body lotion and just about anything else. It made me wonder how long they had actually planned on kidnapping me? I hoped not long. I needed to get back home soon. I really needed my handbag.