Kidnapped By The Broken

CHAPTER 6

I was laying on an amazing thing. The comforter on the bed was so fluffy and soft, the pillows on the bed were overwhelming, the softness against my skin was unbelievable, i could just sleep on this bed feeling as i was sleeping in a cloud! I didn't want to wake up. I just wanted to keep sleeping and dreaming all day. When i tried to make myself more comfortable on the bed, there came a lot of pain from all over my body.

I slowly opened my eyes and tried to turn my head to look at my surroundings. In an instant, i knew that i was definitely in someone elses bedroom. I was sleeping on a large, king-sized bed. On my right was a window with a curtain made of white silk. There was a small table just next to the bed which had a stand lamp. The table had 2 drawers. Slowly, i turned to my left and hissed at the contact of the left side of my face with the pillow. I probably would have a bruise on my face the size of a tomato. I groaned inwardly at the thought. On my left was the closest made of wood, it was well designed and there was also a dressing table. There were two doors on either side. One must be a bathroom, i guessed. A total, i would say the room was beautiful.

'What are you doing, Hannah? You are kiddnaped and beat to plump. And with all that, you appreciate your surroundings. You're so not stupid. Women get a grip.' - my inner freak bought me back to sense.

With that, i tried to get up and sit on the bed. When i popped myself on my left elbow, a wave of pain jotted into my nervous system, which caused me to scream and fall on the bed immediately. Then i cursed myself for even trying to do that.

Suddenly, the door on the far end flew open, and in came a worried blonde guy. My eyes held a surprised look. He kept walking till he was on the left side of the bed.

"Hey, don't move. You have got 2 broken ribs and an internal blood clot." He informed.

"Oh, so now you are worried of me, huh?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Women, you don't have to be so stubben. At least now. You are injured, and I was the only one in this whole mansion who picked you up to the room after you passed out. You could at least tell me a thank you!" He accused me.

"Oh lord, im so sorry. Where are my manners." He smirked at my change of heart, but I just rubbed it on his face, "And i thank you for enjoying the show of me being beat to death." I say sarcastically, and it's my turn to smirk.

"You know something, you could have just told him where your dad was, and you didn't have to go through all this." He accused me again.

"You know what. He would have just given me my bag, and all this wouldn't have happened. I would have been in ease knowing that my puppy was safe and that you would have gotten the information you wanted. That would have been simpler, but Mr. Demon, who wanted to be the stubbon-ass-hardhearted devil who he was, wanted to show me who was the boss by beating my ass off." I took a lung full of breath at last and looked at him with a glare.

He signed and shook his head, looking at me. "Both of you are stubben."

I didn't comment on it. Then suddenly my head bought me back to realisation. "How long was i out?"

"24 hours, maybe." He said, having a hand under his chin.

"What!!" Sopia would be wondering where i was. Shit. I hope she is not panicking.

"Hey.....mmmm..... can i make... mmm.... a phone call. Please." I asked him, very worried that he would deny.

"And why would i do that?" He questioned me.

I had to sit up now. I bit my lips and popped on my hand. It really hurt so much. I let out a low cry. And there was a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, don't." Blondy tried to stop me. But i didn't give up. I pulled myself to a sitting position and then let out the breath i was holding.