Harmony (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

I hummed the tune of the song. I was thankful for this little memory that came back to me, though it was short and obscure. 

I reached over the water handle and turned it. It squeaked shut, and the water stopped running. I grasped the fluffy towel that Benji had given me and wrapped it around my weak, tiny body. I stared at myself in the mirror. 

I dropped the towel, turning myself around and having a look at my body from different angles in the mirror. I had purple bruises littering my body along with scratches and small scrapes. I was thankful to have had the disturbing blood rinsed off my skin.

I studied the shape of my body. My thin waist contrasted in the hour-glass figure I held. My chest was full and my rear, round and firm. My thighs look toned, my scratched up calves were slim.

Whoever I was, I must have taken care of myself. 

I stepped forward to reach the clothes Benji had set on the countertop. I pulled out a pair of plain, white underwear. I noticed there was a tag on them, which I pulled off with a little force. Benji must have bought this at the store. I slipped it over my thighs. They were a perfect fit.

Next I grabbed the long white nightgown he had given me. It's his grandmother's he said. 

I slipped it on, the cotton feel of it felt great against my beaten up body. It was loose and the hem fell to my calves. I liked the length as it covered up my wounds. I frowned at the straps, however, as they exposed my shoulders a great deal. For some reason, I remembered being told that it was indecent for a young girl to expose so much skin around a male she was unfamiliar with. 

Also, I had no bra to contain my spilling breasts, and the material of the white dress was thin and quite sheer. I peered over at the countertop and noticed a cream-colord fabric. I held it up and smiled when I realized it was a cardigan to put over my dress. I slipped my arms through it, the end of the sleeves reached the middle of my forearms. 

I felt a drop of water fall onto my foot and realized how wet my hair was. I grabbed the towel and soaked up any excess liquid from my dark hair. I looked through some of the cupboards and found a hair dryer. I plugged it in and let it almost dry my hair completely. When I was finished, I looked into the mirror. My hair was very wavy, with several curls in it. I hadn't realized it before when it was tangled, but my hair was very thick, very full. It was quite voluminous as I swept the parting to the side and it rested in deep waves around my shoulders, down to the middle of my torso.

I walked over to the shower, making sure to clean up any hair I left behind. I used the towel to soak up any water I dripped onto the floor, then I folded the used towel neatly and placed it in (what I assumed was) a laundry bin. 

I stepped out into the hallway, my stomach screaming at me because of its empty state. I staggered back and forth not knowing where to go, where the kitchen would be.

"Benji?" I called out. 

"Right here." His voice was right behind me, causing me to jump as I turned to face him quickly. 

He raised an eyebrow at me as his lips showed a small amount of amusement. 

"You scared me." I breathed as I placed my hand over the left side of my chest, feeling the rapid thump.

"I know." He replied dryly. 

"I'm hungry..."

"Come meet Martha." His fingers clasped around my wrist as he tugged me through a door. 

The room was divided down the middle without a distinct barrier. Half the room was filled by a rectangular, dark wooden table, surrounded by matching chairs. The other half held marble countertops, a silver modern fridge, an oven, and all other kitchen essentials. I inhaled the delicious smell of food simmering on the stove top. I noticed two big pots on the back burners, and a small pot sitting on one of the front burners.