The Faye's Secret

Chapter Four

~Abby~

The next time she woke up she was alone.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted herself off the bed and sat at the edge, her feet dangling. Her head was still pounding, but not as badly as before. The rest of her body felt better too, her limbs a normal weight again.

She glanced around the room for the first time with a clear head. Taking in the soft brown of the wood walls, the long dresser against the wall opposite the end of the bed and the door to the hallway open a few inches. On the bedside table sat a lamp, a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol, and a note. With a sigh she reached out and picked up the note.

Abigail, feel free to take a shower if you want. The door to the left of the bed leads into a bathroom, towels and your bag from the car are on the counter. Tori figured some Tylenol may help that headache of yours, but consider coming downstairs for some food before you take it. It's been quite a while since you put anything into your stomach. I'm just downstairs if you need anything.- Alex

Well, if she had been kidnapped, these were the nicest kidnappers on the planet. She glanced at the Tylenol but figured Alex had a point, she needed to eat first. The sun was sitting low in the sky outside the window by the bed.

Wondering what time it was, she slowly stood up. Afraid her shaky legs wouldn't hold her, she stood still for a moment, before walking around the bed to the bathroom. Her duffle bag and purse sat on the counter. She reached in and found her phone, noting that she had no cell signal, before reading the time - five forty-five in the evening.

She literally spent the entire day in a stranger's bed. And she had no way of calling anyone - police or other - if she did end up in trouble.

Great. She tossed the phone back into her bag.

Shaking her head she thought about her options. She was stuck in a stranger's house, with no cell signal, and the only person who knew she was gone was her roommate. Who was probably out partying.

With a deep breath, she decided a shower was a good first step. She looked like hell. Her usually tame wavy red hair looked like some animal decided to make a nest out of it while she slept, and her pale skin looked even paler than usual. But she would definitely search the bathroom for anything weird before she took her clothes off.

The hot water felt amazing against her tired body, the steam helping to further clear the fog in her brain. Dressed in jeans and fresh shirt, Abby peeked her head out the bedroom door.

There was a short hallway outside, one door at the end of it and one across from hers. She could faintly hear voices coming up from the stairs to her right. She bit her lip, trying to decide if she really needed food, when her stomach growled loud enough for her to hear it. With a sigh, she left the bedroom and headed for the stairs.

A simple wooden staircase lead into a large open floor-plan. The kitchen sat on one side of the room, painted in whites and light blues. It shone brightly next to the light wood of the rest of the house. Just past the large kitchen island was a sitting room sectioned off with large couches and a few recliners. A large fireplace on one wall, that was framed by large windows, took up the majority of the space.

And wow, talk about a view. They must have gone up in elevation since Wesley brought her there, because the small valley that sat below the windows was at least a few hundred feet below. The tops of pine trees reached the top of the windows. Close enough that you could probably touch them if you took the glass away. She noticed another small hallway to the right once she rounded the staircase; one door directly to the left and another at the end.