Going once Going twice Sold

Library

I do not remember when I fell asleep, but it was late in the night. I woke up to the bright light beaming through the windows in the room. I had forgotten to close the blinds. I was sore and miserable as I climbed off the bed. I wanted to shower and change, but I don't have anything to replace or shower with. I shifted the idea to the back of my mind, I didn't want to get comfortable here, and a routine would do precisely that. Stepping out of the room and down the hall, my stomach rumbled, and I hunted for the kitchen. After a substantial amount of wandering around when I finally stepped into the kitchen and was met by a shirtless Harry sitting at the island eating a plate of eggs.

"Good morning," he said looking up from his phone. " would you like something to eat?" My stomach replied before I was able to. He laughed and a small smile spread on his face. Something I had yet to witness. He made me some food as we sat on the island together. He continued to try to make small talk, but I did not want to talk to him at all. He broke the silence "I am leaving for today, I have business to attend to and won't be back until late, you are here with Charles so don't try an anything got it" his serious tone returns. I nodded, and he stood up and put his dishes in the sink he looked back with a smile and said: " you better be ready and waiting for me when I get back."

I sat on the bar stool; I was a loss for words I didn't know what to do. All I could think of was my friends and if Emily and the rest of them were okay. I wondered if they even figured out I was taken. This is crazy. I started to feel so very whelmed and laid my head down on the marble counter. I stayed there for almost a half hour before the sound of shoes clicking on the floor echoed into the room.

"Embry" I looked up it was the same man from last night, I'm presuming he is Charles because I don't see anyone else in the house. I raised my head from the table to look at him. I didn't say anything I didn't want to talk to him I wanted to leave I want to go back to my friends and I want to go home.

"follow me I will show you around," he said turning for me to follow. I sat there looking at him. He realized I wasn't moving and turned back and looked at me.

"come on now," he said

"no, I don't want you to show me around. I don't want to live here. I want to leave now." I yelled and stepped back somewhat startled at my emotional outbreak directed towards him.

"look these arrangements never seem to work out that well but unless you behave you won't make it out of here. Now follow me, and I will show you around" he started walking I gave up in exhausted and maybe if I can learn my way around I can scape. I don't know what he meant by never work out but I'm not staying here, and I'm not dying, so I have to escape I don't care how.

The house was enormous it took forever to get the full tour. We went to the basement where he had a private bar and movie and, on the main floor, he had his office that was off limits to me. And many bedrooms and bathrooms. On the second floor we passed my room, and then there was a long hallway, and at the end, it was Harry's room, Charles told me I was not allowed to go inside by any means. I wondered what was in there. On the third floor, there were just many rooms that were untouched. The house was beautiful no lie about it. It was elegant with large windows that let the light shine into the house. From the back, there was a pool and a large yard and a view of a distant city. I wonder if it was new york, it was too far to make out any of the buildings. Finally, Charles took me into large study filled with books. It was heaven. I was unable to use any of the electronics in the house, and I felt like a child. However, I would use them to escape somehow, but at least he had booked.

"I'll leave you be," Charles said exiting off to another part of the house. I wandered around the room reading the bindings of books. Moby dick, War, and Peace, To Kill a Mockingbird, in search of lost time, Great Gatsby. And so many more. I Grabbed as many as I could hold from the shelves and headed out the seat in the middle of the room. I stacked them on told pf one another and grabbed the top one and began to read. Hours must have gone by I was two books in and it was completely dark except for the small lamp the lit up my chair and the distant city lights off in the horizon.

My silent reading was disrupted by the sound of shoes hitting the floor; I ignored the person standing at the archway entering the room. I knew who it was, but I didn't want to interact with him at all. He just stood there watching me as a read the books curled up in the center of the room.

"Can I help you," I said getting annoyed that he had been watching me for so long. Harry just smirked and sauntered over to me sitting on the edge of the seat.

"What are you reading love?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

"A book"I stated as if it couldn't be any more obvious.

Harry scoffed, "I'm not blind sweetheart."

"Well then why did you bother asking?" I asserted in a sassy tone.

Harry didn't say anything, he only stood up to grab a book and seated himself in the chair acrooss from me. I peared over the top of my book furring my brows in confusion as to why he thought I wanted his company. Cleary he didn't get the hint from my attitude; however, I kept quiet not wanting to initiate any arguments.

After an hour of silence, the sun began to set, and the golden rays radiated through the large glass windows illuminating the spines of the books that lined the walls. I closed my book and stood up making my way to the shelf placing the book back. Then following the shelves, I searched for the next book to read. After twenty minutes of looking I grabbed one and made my way back to the chair, but the only difference was this time I was alone in the room. It didn't bother me, and in fact i was grateful i didn't need to spend more time with Harry then I already did. I sat down and flipped to the first page.