Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 22

My head is pounding and whatever it is I am laying on is extremely uncomfortable. Streams of light shinning in my face force me to keep my eyes closed.  I groan, trying to shift my body away from the light but I was unable to move due to lack of space. What the hell.

My thoughts shift back to Alessandro, him taking me. I remember him putting us in a vent that felt just as closed in as the space I am in now. I feel as if he had been throwing my unconscious body around since the moment I fell under. On top of that, I swear I'm in some type of crate or box that's sitting under a glass ceiling. Where the hell is he?

"Alessandro," I practically whine, trying to lift my aching arms to cover my face, no use. The light was not helping my very healthy feeling headache either. "Alessandro are you here?"

I received nothing in return. Silence.

There is nobody here and the pain of my body is starting to become intense. After about five tries, I am able to lift my arms up and above my face to open my eyes. The process is excruciating and my arms began to tremble immediately.

I am in a got damn crate! I am going to kill that boy.

The wooden frame was narrow and due to my pounding headache I couldn't look to see how long the crate was. My arms give out but I force myself to keep my eyes open and turn my head away from the blinding light. Why do he have me in a crate? How long have I been sleeping.

I hear a squeak yet screeching sound and it momentarily distracts me. It sounds as if someone was opening an old van door. Footsteps followed which sounded as if someone was walking through water on concrete.

Slow footsteps near me in a way that probably look just as dramatic as it sounds. Another screech and the sun was gone. I blink multiple times in order to get my eye sight together. When I turn my head to look up I see that a sun roof like thing was the reason for the blinding light. It was directly over my head and was now covered by some metal thing.

Alessandro leans over the crate to look at me fully. Almost as if he couldn't care less that I was in such a predicament, he says, "Why haven't you gotten out yet?"

I squint my eye at him in order to look at him, I mean really look at him. Is this boy for real? It's clear that I am unable to move. I mean, what perfectly fine person would stay lying down in a crate at their own free will.

"My body feels painful" I say, allowing out my irritation. "Could you maybe help me out?"

He sigh, scooping low in order to pick me up. As soon as his arms went under my neck and legs, the pain skyrockets. "You are heavy! Carrying you out of that hotel was a hassle. We barely made it out of that hotel without getting caught," He says. I try not to make too much noise as he lift me up and close to his chest. My body feels horrible.

"How long was I sleeping in that crate, Alessandro?" I say, which sounded kind of strained due to the immense amount of pain I am feeling.

I look up at him to see that annoying sheepish look he always get when he feels guilty of something. He looks down at me and gives me something close to a forced smile, "About six to twelve hours."

I glare at him and look around.

Alessandro lays me down on a table and began to inspect my body. I choose to ignore the fact that I had been in a crate that long, and when he decides to massage my muscles I don't decline the help. What I can't ignore is the fact that I am in some type of cage. It looks like a prison but the cell bars was surrounding me on all four sides.

I look at Alessandro and he looks oblivious to the fact, yet he was the one who opened the cage door in the first place. He was so focused on what he was doing and looked the least bit worried. He was calm.