When I wake up I'm in a car, I think it is a Fiat Freemont 4x4 because my parents had one when I was little.
It is new and smells like lemon freshener, I'm lying on the back of the car, even though the passenger seat is empty. The seats are black, and leather. The guy who came to attack me, I guess that should bring me in her arms to the car and lie back here. Right now we are crossing a road one-way old and worn, around there is a green pine forest, I would get here to give my iPhone a few pictures.
Do not know how long it happens when the car finally stops, I'm trying not to focus on the pain that runs down my whole body. Because of the kicks I have pasted the guy that brought me here before.
A door opens, it's cold, it smells like forest and humidity and blowing a gale but despite that I have no idea where I am, not that I had many signs along the way, and if there has been I have not given account and was amazed by the beautiful scenery. The guy who carried me out of the car and closes his door shut, he goes to the mine, open and fuck me by the arm and pulls me out of the car.
'Well now, we have come -. Says.
I see that we have enough out of town, we are now in a meadow, in the distance we see a house, new guess is that it was built about two years ago or so. Although it is spring, today not good day because it's windy, and there are many nines in the sky.
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- Where we are - I ask cautiously.
No answer, merely watching me, as I feared. He leads me beside the house and close now, I can see that it is made of red bricks, has a wooden door. It is very rustic feed.
Open the door with a small key and passes, making a gesture to follow him and I do, I have no choice.
Guide me to get to the stairs and says:
-Up the stairs, first door on the left will be provisionally your room and to the right is the bathroom if you want to heal the wounds, makes a nod toward my arms and my stomach. Although it seems very helpful right now I do not forget why I am hurt and why I'm here.
I climb the stairs, and as he tells me is the right room and bathroom. I go to the latter I put bandages on the wounds on my arms and I take pills to pass me pain, I found that there was a drawer next to the bands. Once I'm done with that, I turn to my "room" and I lie in bed and rest a little bit.
An hour or two later telling me to come down, then I have already arranged a bit. When I meet my dinner under had not realized until now how hungry I was. Not a great dinner but I'm content, it is a means discarded omelet with a piece of dry bread next.
I sit in the chair and start eating. As he looks at me curiously, there is an awkward silence between us, I do not like to be watched while I eat less.
When I can no longer hold back with this I say:
- What happens now? Why do you look so - my tone of voice is sharp.
-You look familiar but I can not figure out why -. Answered me with a thoughtful voice.
The truth is that I also sounds like your face but do not know what I'll find. They spend a few more minutes and asked me:
- What's your name?
Delly-Hathaway-answer like that, is my fake name I will not say my real name not trust him.
