Enrage Me [The Captive Saga Book 3]

Chapter 4 . Harrison Black .

Harsh sunlight filtered through brown curtains. They were a little too ominously dark for my liking. Tiny goosebumps rose on naked arms. Where the hell am I right now?! Well, I'm definitely not anywhere that sparked recognition. Icy fear spiked inside my bones like a coiling serpent ready to strike. Velvet bedsheets are what I see first, then the obsidian walls. There's also a closed closet to my left that has this really old-looking, almost-off-its-hinges wooden door. Okay, so I'm in a house. Why? Whose house?

The two inquiries hang like an apparition. Suddenly, the alabaster-colored door swung open with an audible hiss. A woman emerged from it. Her curly dark hair swayed in one puffy mess. She appeared to be about eighteen years old. This mysterious girl smiled hesitantly at me. She's wearing a shavon aqua-blue dress designed in a graceful V-shape around the bottom. With her height being at least five-two, I expected the quality of the woman's voice to be small, too. However, that proved stereotypical. "My name is Astrid Nicole Mcclain. I will not hurt you, Matty."

My head spun. "That's-that's not my n-name," I faltered. Something about Astrid seemed achingly familiar. Maybe it was her glassy, dark blue eyes. Or the determination in them. "Yes it is, love."

 I shook my head. "No, it isn't. I'm Harrison Malcolm Black-"

Astrid's olive skin shimmered because of sunlight peeking through the window,. She shook her head as well, making curls fly all around. "That's what Calon wanted you to believe. Your birth name is Matthew Holden Reid. I know this because Delilah confided in me six years ago before you guys both had your "accident."

 To say I was confused would be a large understatement. "What are you talking about, Astrid? How do you know Delilah? Hell, how do you know me-?"

Astrid released a heavy sigh. "Delilah's my cousin. She doesn't remember me, though. Ever since that motherfucker Calon ran both of you off the road-"

"Woah, woah, woah," I jumped off the bed like there was a hideous and inhuman creature in the room. "What? Tell me everything!"

Astrid tilted her head and shook it once, apparent regret on her face. "I can't. I've revealed too much already, sweetness. I just wanted to see you again," the tone she adopted was low and mournful. Astrid leaned over, kissed my right cheek like we were old friends and promptly backed out the doorway. Although not before whispering; "You'll remember in time, Matty boy. I promise."

I huffed, but yet still accepted the fact that I wasn't obtaining anymore answers anytime soon. For some impetus not of my knowledge, I trusted Astrid more than I knew I should've considering we just met. Well, according to her, she and I hadn't just been acquainted. Plopping on the velvet bed once more, exhaustion clawed at my eyelids and they promptly slid shut.