My eyes flutter open to see a man staring at me. He lifts one eyebrow in curiosity but remain silent. What happened? Who are you? Where am I? I want to ask so many questions but I know I don't have the right to speak.
"Do you know why you're here?" his deep voice cuts through my thoughts.
"N-no." I feebly reply.
"A man kidnapped you. Do you remember that?" I try my hardest to remember, but I've always been with my master. What happened to my master? I shake my head in response. He didn't ask for me to speak.
"You don't talk much do you? You're allowed to speak here of you want to." I've never heard those words before... Is this man what you call... kind?
"Wh-what is your n-name? Where is ma-ster?" I forced out the words with a great amount of fear and I hope he doesn't punish me.
"Your master?," he shook his head. " that monster's name was RusselHeffner, and he trapped you in his house for in indefinite amount of time, he paused, "And my name is David... David Hough."
I continue to stutter out questions untill master David looks at his window. He knits his brows in thought before he walks out of the room. I take this time to examine my surroundings
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It seems too grandiose for me. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be here. mas-Russel taught me that. I seem to be sitting on a couch of some sort. Everything looks new and is covered in a thin layer of dust. I wonder why Master David doesn't use this room? I can hear footsteps and look back down at the grey carpet.
"I know it's cold here, do you want to come to my room?" after all the talking I did, I can't bear to speak another word. I try to, but my mouth is too dry, and my mind is too scattered.
"Follow me." his usually patient words are uncharacteristically laced with dominace. Master is impatient like a child. How cute... No! I shouldn't have such thoughts.
"Is this better?" his deep voice breaks me out of my thoughts. His room is smaller and warm. It smells like him- cinnamon and vanilla. I want to cuddle him... I shake my head to get rid of my intrusive thoughts and find him sitting on the bed.
"You don't have to go out there, it's much too big and empty. I inherited it, so it would feel wrong to let someone else live here, you see... Am i blabbering?" he asks adorably. I want to listen more.
"You should rest. Come here," he beckons, " I'll explain how you'll live here." I sit by his side. Hesitantly, I lean on him. I'm much too tired to listen to his explanation, so I doze off.
***
David---
She's so cute. She blushes whenever she speaks, and her voice drips honey. I've never heard such a sweet voice. I hope she speaks more soon. But now i have to figure out how the hell I'M supposed to get this delicate flower to the bedroom without waking her. Can I? I don't know if she's a heavy sleeper or not. Can't I just sleep in the guest room? Yeah, thats a good idea. I walk out into the dark hallway littered with pictures of me, my dad, and ... Jake. I hold back a sob whilst turning the picture away. Finally I reach the damn room. I attempt to open it, only to find that it is very much locked. Second guest room? Locked too. The very thought of sleeping in the living room sends shivers down my spine. Looks like I'll have to sleep with her. Her soft features overcome my mind. Her bright doe eyes and her fiery auburn hair... Reminds me of him...
***
Sleeping was tough. I had insomnia, and i usually spend the nights painting in my room. With her, I felt different. I felt safer. Perhaps it was her cute lips slightly parted, or maybe it was her soft breathing. I felt tired. Not just restless, but tired. I couldn't help but lay by her and be absorbed by her adorable sleeping face. She looked so peaceful. Not filled with her anxiety or fear. Just at peace.
