Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 5

A blaring light stung my eyes as I began to open them. Groaning, I turned on my stomach and dug my face deep into the fluffy pillow. The fuzzy comforter that was over my shoulders was unfamiliar, but I paid it now mind. That was the best sleep I've had since..Ever. The cloud shaped bed I was laying on dipped with the curves of my body. I felt wonderful. My bed never been this soft, I wonder what changed.

Like I said... Reality.

I shot up out of the bed as the memories began to flood through my brain. Ariana was gone and I was.. Where am I?The room I am in is surrounded by everything turquoise, white, and black. Definitely not my room. Its a very elegant room that is why my body couldn't help but feel comfortable. But now that the comfort is gone my body feels nothing but panic.

Why does everything that happens to me have to end up with me in impossible situations? All I want is to live a normal life with my family. They say God is a man with a plan so what is my plan? To set an example. All my life I believed bad karma only happened to bad people, but I am repeatedly proven wrong. Clearly this world is backwards or am I a bad person.

What have I done?

Tears poured out of my eyes as I just thought back on my life. How everything bad always seem to happen to me, and no matter what my life is never taken. I'm left to suffer. The last time I've thought about suicide was when my mother died. But I couldn't do it because I was to scared. Scared that I would spend an eternity in hell if I took my own life. But everyday I am proven that I have nothing left to live for.

The door to the room creaked open to a crack. In a act of panic I scooted back onto the bed. My arms and legs helping me farther and farther onto the bed. Then the door opened fully revealing the amber eyed man. The bodyguard. Ron?

For some reason I cried harder. My body began to shake as he walked over toward the bed. He didn't say anything, but simply pulled me close to him. The comfort he gave off made me feel safe for a millisecond but I knew I couldn't trust him either. I pushed him away from me which didn't work but he understood and moved himself.

"Your a hideous crier, Naomi." Ron stated leaning back against the bed post. His boyish but devilish features gave him that bad boy look. If he wasn't so adorably attractive, I would have probably flipped him off by now.

Ignoring his comment I ask the first question that came into mind, "Where am I?" My hands went up to wipe my nose with the him of my sweater, and also the continuous amounts of falling tears. "My..My..My sister went missing yesterday and I-I don't know who t-took her." It's crazy how I was taken as well, but I could only focuse on her.

"You sisters kidnapping is getting worked on as we speak, so don't go getting all bat-shit crazy on me. My job was to simply come up here and take you down stairs so you could eat." Ron hold out his hand for me to take but I deny.

In the moment my head fell back against the pillow again. An inhumane cry escaped me as my future dawned on me. A future without the little bit of family I had left. The back of my eye began to burn from the numerous amount of tears I have shed in a little under a hour. Gathering the last little bit of strength I had left, I brought my knees up to my chest. My body shaking as I cry out loudly.

"Shit!" I hear Ron say through my fits of tears, I almost forgot he was in the room. "Why the fuck was I the one sent up here? I mean, no offense, but do you have to cry so loud. No, I really do get why you are crying, but damn women she was only kidnapped." I don't remember closing my eye but I opened them to look at him. Momentarily my cries die down but he didn't seem to notice, he was to busy pacing and panicking. His pacing and talking seemed to calm me down. Kinda like a newborn baby.