Dawn

Chapter 29

I can feel the warmth of the sunlight hitting my face, automatically stirring me from my sleep. I rub my face with my palms, along with the traces of the horrible nightmare I had just had.
Slowly, I sit upright, stretching and yawning, but coming to an abrupt stop as I opened my eyes, scanning the unfamiliar color of the walls, to the curtains, and then to where I lay.

This isn't my room.

My stomach drops, and I feel that I might be sick. My nightmare was no nightmare at all, it was ny new reality.
I take a deep breath, allowing myself to recount the horrors of yesterday and for the feelings to wash all over me once again. Guilt begins to creep into my heart with the flashes of familiar faces that pop into my mind against my will.
Alyssa's betrayed scowl, Max's heartbroken stare, and, worst of all, my parent's frozen expressions of terror.
What must they think of me?
That I am a liar?
That I am a monster?
Worst of all, they probably think I am just like him.

The sound of an engine revving to life outside startles me from my thoughts, and I jump off the high bed to move to the window sill. Hiding behind the silk curtains, I peer out, watching a sleek black car speed out of the driveway, and instantly a wave of anger boils over me.
He takes me from my home to then abandon me in an empty house in the middle of nowhere, and for what?
He has already made it perfectly clear he wants nothing to do with me and nor do I with him, but this is what I am good for?
To be his little pet locked away?
Screw that.
He better have locked this place uptight because I am going to get my answers even if it means turning this house upside down in the process!

I rush into the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth, splashing my face with enough icy water to make my teeth chatter. Emerging from the conjoined room, I looked down at myself to see the same dress I was wearing yesterday, and my head shoots up towards the white closet. Curiosity takes hold of me, and before I can stop myself my feet are slowly walking towards the armoire.
I open it and long behold, it's not empty. I don't know whether to rejoice at the fact that I wouldn't be stuck in this uncomfortable dress for any longer or feel nauseated that he had actually brought me clothes.
I think the second because along with the clothes that seemingly are in my size and the eerie decor of the room that closely resembles what I've always wanted my room to secretly look like, they both symbolize something more permanent that I don't want any part in...
Even though I know that the clothes mean something more, like a sort of promise in disguise, I try to push it to the back of my mind because at the moment, I really need to get out of this dress.
From the closet, I go towards the drawers and pull out a white shirt and a pair of jeans, pulling my hair back into a braid near the nape of my neck.

This is as good a time as any to explore and could also be my only shot at contacting my parents. I need to let them know I am alright, that is if they even want to talk to me...
I walk towards the door, opening it and peering at both sides of the hallway, just in case he has a hidden contraption waiting to catch me making an exit from my prison.
I wish I was joking, but something about the Vince now tells me you can never be too sure.
As I continue onwards in the dark hallway, which is barely lit by the morning sun, the temptation to walk to the west wing, the forbidden wing where he resides, grows restlessly inside me with each step I take.
That for sure would secure my death bed if I were to get caught...
But moon goddess knows where he's gone, so who is going to stop me?
First thing first, I need to find a phone because someone left their phone inside their purse, and that purse is back at the party.
Then again, it's not like I expected to be kidnapped...

I run down the wooden staircase, to the living room, in search of a phone.
I search high and low, but nothing, absolutely nothing.
How can their be no phones?! Not even a landline!
I go to the kitchen, nothing.
I go to the dining room area, nothing.
I check all the rooms on this floor, nada.
I let out a frustrated shriek. " It's like the damn dark ages here!" I whisper to myself. I rush back up the stairs, staring down the long hallway, making a decision, on whether to go into uncharted territory. Making up my mind, I venture into the west wing, walking down the long hall and making a turn left, where I come face to face with two victorian styled doors, the doors that separate the east wing, from the west wing.
You got this Dawn, he won't be back for the rest of the day, and Rose is probably not coming in till later. Building up my courage, I open the door and slowly close it.
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