Wings of Freedom

New Home?

I made my way with Mr. Jag to his jeep and off we went to my new prison. We drove in silence for almost three hours before Mr. Jag broke the silence. I wasn't sure what to expect Mr. Jag to say or do.

"Well I want you to know that the way your life has been will be much different now. There will be some rules that will be put into play that is only to keep you safe. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. I want to make this clear that I respect you as a young woman," said Mr. Jag

I took a quick glance at Mr. Jag completely lost on why he would say such a thing. I decided that it was most likely to trick that I would not fall for no matter what.

It was another twenty minutes before Mr. Jag pulled off the road into a gas station. I figured it was to simply make a call or gas up. I was only half correct on my thought. I felt him place his hand on my shoulder to get my attention.

"I would like you to go in the store and get something that you like. We have about another hour before we hit the airport," Mr. Jag whispered

I could feel myself pulling away slightly. I wasn't sure why he was being so kind to me or even what this was all truly about.

"Sir, what would you like me to get for you," I whispered

Mr. Jag didn't say anything instead he gave me some money and got out of the jeep. I followed suit and went into the gas station. I bought a few items to the counter, paid and got back into the jeep.

When he got back into the jeep I placed in his lap the change and the receipt before looking back out the window. Part of me wait for him to get angry with me. I hear nothing at all instead I heard the jeep come to live and off we went.

The last hour of the drive seemed to go by very quickly and before I knew it we were boarding a jet to take a thirty minute trip to another airport to make it to my new prison. Mr. Jag hadn't said a word since we had left the gas station. We took our seat and waited for the jet to take off. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Jag push a paper toward me after that I watched him get up an walk to another part of the jet and disappeared from eye sight.

Wynter, I understand that you don't trust anyone and I don't blame you. I get the feeling from your brief bio that growing up wasn't easy. I may know what happen to you at the warehouse and I would like to know when you are ready to talk. Your life is going to change once again for the best. When we arrive at your new home I will allow you to explore and show you were you will be staying until we both agree that you can go back into society or what ever else we agree upon. I want to make sure that we are both clear that nothing will happen to you as long as you are under my protection. Mr. Jagger

At first I wondered if this was simply some type of cruel joke that he was playing on me. That Mr. Jagger would pop out of somewhere and laugh because I had fallen for something so silly.

Everything seem to be still and going well, however i could feel the tension in my back and shoulders waiting for anything to happen to me. Yet nothing happened and I was left wondering what was truly going on.

Another hour passed by before the jet finally touched down on the tarmac. I wasn't sure where I was or even what I need to do. I figured that it was safer if I stayed put until Mr. Jag came to drag me off to my new home (prison).

The time seemed to speed by quickly. I didn't even remember walking off the jet or climbing into a car with Mr. Jag. The only thing that I was able to come up with that made sense to me that I allowed my mind to shut down on me.

The car came to a stop and Mr. Jag came to a stop and I stepped out what was before me was beyond beautiful. There was simply no words that could ever catch a small portion on how vast and colorful. Each color blended and compliant each other well. It I had not seen it with my own eyes I would have sworn a person was describing a painting.

The mansion was such a deep navy blue that I would not be surprised if it was hard to located in the evening. The house was surround by the greenest grass I had seen in a long time. There were many different flowers in a variety colors. If I had thought that was good I kept looking and saw a fountain behind me that was hand craved from marble. The driveway was made up of off white pebbles, the whole scene was simply overwhelming all my senses that I was not sure I want to go inside if this was the effect I was getting from the outside.

The thought that suddenly pop into my head was if I was truly safe if this was how the place looked. Could it be a way to put me at false ease.

Mr. Jag had stepped up the stairs and waiting by the door to have me follow.