Oh, Darling.

Chapter 2

I woke up in a dark room with a damp washcloth resting on my forehead. I removed it and set it on the queen sized bed I was laying on. It had been 6 months since I've felt the warmth and comfort of a bed and I've missed everything about it. I smoothed my hand over the comforter and silently prayed that I wouldn't have to go back to the cold pavement.

I hesitantly peeled the comforter off of me and stood up on the carpeted floor that felt soft beneath my bare feet. Wait a minute...where the hell were my moccasins?? The lights suddenly flickered on and the sound of a door creaking open cut through the room's silence.

"Oh hey, you're up!" It was that mystery man.  In his hands were two vitamin waters and a large paper McDonald's bag. The sweet smell of deep fried goodness quickly made its way to my nose. Finally gaining full awareness of my surroundings, I backed away until I ended up falling on the bed. My first instinct was to get away from him. Lord knows the things he could have done while I was unconscious. Just because this guy looked like he belonged in a Calvin Klien catalog, doesn't mean he's not an axe murderer/pervert out for my kidneys

He took two cautious steps towards me and set the food down on the desk beside the bed and raised his hands up by his beautiful head. "Woah there. Hey, it's alright. I'm not planning on harming you If that's what you're thinking." I still didn't move a muscle or say anything. But geez, I never realized how hot his voice sounded. The man kneeled in front of me so that we were eye-level with each other (had I not mentioned that he was insanely tall?). I finally opened my mouth.

"Where am I?" I asked meekly. (Note to self: work on people skills)

"We're in a motel. I'm sorry if I scared you. It was just so dangerous out there last night and my place was at least an hour drive away. This motel was the closet place I could find." He explained. I just nodded, unsure of what to say. After a few painful seconds of awkward silence, he spoke again.

"I got you something to eat." He gestured to the bag.

" Who are you??" I questioned. I didn't mean to be so blunt. The man simply smiled.

"I'm Andy." He started. "I'm 28 and the CEO of a software company." Oooooooooh. That's why he drove such a prestigious car and dressed the same way. Impressive.  "And I live in upstate NewYork by myself. Now I think it's your turn." Andy flashed another one of this brilliant smiles.

"Maxine." I said. He reached out his hand and I gingerly shook it back. "Uh let's see, I just turned 16 and I live on the sidewalks of New Jersey, and sometimes a park bench." That was all I said. I didn't think I wanted this "Andy" guy to know too much about me.