Rescued Into Love

Chapter Nine

It’s been a week now since I’ve been kidnapped and still no one has actually came here, where ever here is, to find me. I feel like a dirty rag. My hair is greasy and knotted, my skin is rough, my clothes smell, my body is sweaty. I am hungry. I haven’t eaten any thing since this morning when he fed me some bananas. I want some real food. There’s a lot I want like I want to be out of here. I want to be untied. I want to go home. I want to shower. I want to talk to someone. He hasn’t talked to me since he said that unsettling thing last time. I wonder if he knows I feel alone? 
H

e walks in with a towel. I stare at it in confusion. My first thought is, what the Hell? My second thought is, is he gonna rape me? I tremble in fear of being raped or hurt. He notices that. He slowly walks over towards me and kneels on the floor. His green eyes stare into mine, surprisingly calming me down just a bit. The hand that isn’t holding towel gently caresses my cheek.
“You seem like you need a shower.”
No duh.
“There’s a shower here. You want to use it?”
I nod my head. I do not want to speak to him, but I want and need a shower. 
He throws the towel over his shoulder and his arms pick me up, bridal style. He carries me through the house into the bathroom down stairs. The house seems to empty to be his. No pictures, barely any furniture, no color. Is this even his house? He opens a door and places me on the counter. He unties the ropes from my ankles and looks into my eyes as I look into his.
“I will be standing on the other side of the door. There are no windows and no way to leave the bathroom besides the door. There is hot water, but not much. Take a shower as long as you need. There is shampoo and body soap. There is a sponge you can use as a wash cloth. If you want to shave there is a razor. As you shower I will make lunch. What wold you like?” 
I stare into his green eyes in confusion as he explains everything I can use and lunch. Why is he treating me like this? Aren’t kidnappers suppose to treat them like dirt, rape them, and then kill them? 
“How about pasta and sauce?”
“Oh, sorry. That sounds good.”
I completely forgot he asked what ‘I’ want for lunch. 
“Ok. There are some clothes under the sink, but only shorts and a tank top. You may have to reuse your underwear clothing.”
I nod. He unties my wrist. My mind tells me that I should slap him and run, but my everything else says to just take a shower. Before closing the door behind him he glances at me and shuts the door. I look in the mirror to see my filthy self. I strip my pants off and pull my shirt over my head. I unclip my bra and pull down my underwear. I start the water for the shower and adjust it to a warm temperature. 
The water feels so good running down my back. I already feel a bit cleaner. I start to wash my hair with the provided shampoo. It smells like coconut. I like coconut. As I rinse the shampoo off my hands I see the marks around my wrist. It looks so bad and painful. It is. I look at my ankles and I feel weak to see them. The sight of the damage makes me fall to my knees. I don’t know why. I’ve never seen myself in pain. I never broke a bone or did anything to my body. All my friends have. In away, me never having anything bad done to my body made me feel special. Zoe broke her wrist and Andrew twisted his knee. Me nothing. Until now.
I mentally gain strength to stand back up and wash the rest of my body. As I spread the soap across my naked body the smell of sauce comes across my nose. I almost forgot that he was making lunch. I still don’t know why this all seems unreal to me. He isn’t treating me as someone he kidnapped. Maybe he is and my thoughts on kidnappers and kidnappings are wrong. I rinse the soap off my body realizing I don’t need to shave my legs. I don’t really have leg hair. Most girls would be jealous, but I feel as if I am missing the whole puberty experience. I turn the water off and hop out of the shower. I wrap the towel around my body and start to dry myself off. 
Once I am dried off I keep the towel wrap tightly around me just in case he tries to take a sneak peek. I look under the sink to see the clothes he said that would be there. I grab the shorts and tank top out and place them on top of the sink. I pull up my underwear and strap on my bra. I look in the mirror and just stare at myself. I see my ginger hair that was a mess before, but is not soaking wet. I see my brown eyes that aren’t sparkling with the happiness that people say. I see my freckles that look like you can play connect the dots with and make some kind of shape. I see my chubby cheeks that make me look like a chipmunk. I see my thin body that people say is too thin. Every time I examine myself I feel as if I am setting myself up for a test that I always fail. I can never meet my expectations of pretty. I am just so wrong in so many ways. I take a deep breathe and pull the tank top over my head, then slide up the shorts and try to walk out the door.