Unknown Identity

Chapter Four

“Miss Brooke!” a lady servant’s voice in hushed tones is calling me. “Miss Brooke, please wake up already.”

I groaned with my eyes closed then, pulled the comforter up to my head to block her out.

“Miss Brooke,” she seemed to sound panicked. “Please wake up. Sir Elliot is going to kill me if you don’t get out of the bed now.”

“Tell him to kill himself,” I said, still not opening my eyes.

Then, to my surprise, she didn’t say anything. She must’ve gone to tell him. What a robot.

Just then, I felt two hands grabbing my ankle. My eyes shoot open, but before I could say anything, I was already dragged down to the floor.

“AH!” I screamed, then immediately sat up to confront the suspect.

It was him. He placed his hands on his hips. Like a boss.

I glared at him.

“What did you do that for?!”

“I thought you said you wanted to drive around Sunset Avenue?” he said, completely infuriated. Then, he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I can’t believe I'm actually wasting my time on you,” he seemed to say to himself then, he looked down to me. “Get your ass moving!” he ordered. “Before I change my mind,” he added before he made his way out of the room.

I glared after him. I placed my palms on the navy blue-carpeted floor for support to be able to sit up. I breathed.

“Don’t worry, Brooke, it’ll all be over before you know it,” I told myself before finally standing up.

“Miss Brooke.”

I turn to see a lady servant.

“These are your clothes and shoes. They’re good as new,” she said as she handed me my neatly-folded clothes.

I smiled at her as I took my things from her hands. “Thank you.”

She bowed her head before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

They should really stop bowing.

I walked to the balcony in front of the bed to close the curtains before removing my robe and dressing up.

I reopened the curtain and stepped outside to the balcony. I took a breath. The air was cold. It stung my nose and caused my eyes to tear up. I turned to the small clock on the bedside table. It’s 9 o’clock. I braced myself and appreciated the view. It’s beautiful. It’s like a kingdom of some sort. I could see the sight of a golf course by the left. There was a small resort by the right. Amazing—

A loud, rough knock was on my door. “Faster!”

Despicable cow.

I glared at the door as the impatient knocking continued endlessly. I marched to it and swung it open.

I continued to glare at him.

“What are you looking at? Let’s go,” he said before turning his back and heading to the stairs.

I huffed before closing the door after me then, finally, following him down to the drive.

I was halfway to opening the passenger’s door before he spoke.

“I just want to remind you that you’re the one who’s in need,” he said with a curve on the corner of his mouth as he got into his convertible. He seems to be enjoying my misery. “So, I suggest that you should be nice to me.”

I withdraw my hand and crossed it against my chest. This is his game? How easy.

I raise an eyebrow and mimic his “I’m-such-a-genius” smirk.

“I just want to remind you that you’re the one who’s responsible for my accident,” I said before opening the passenger’s door, and slipping into the seat beside him. “So, I suggest that you should be nice to me,” I emphasized the changes I've made in his sentence.

We stared at each other for a while with complete hatred. I was still in my slyest smile, while he’s in a caught-on-guard look.

Ha! I win! One point for Brooke!

He exhaled, obviously hated being defeated.

“Just put your seatbelt on!” he said, completely aggravated.

I snapped my seatbelt on as he began to gear up his car. I tried to hold back my laughter as we drove away.