Rekindled.

9.

   Dedicated to AdaNonye

      I turned over, as I opened one eye first and then the other to meet the rays of sunshine getting in through the blinds on my window. I groggily put on my slippers and made my way to my bathroom to brush my teeth. As I twisted the door knob a ringtone cut through the air, it was "Shape of you by Ed Sheeran." I paused, alarmed by the other presence in my room and how they broke in. I reached for a mop stick and tiptoed, tracing the sound.

       Surprisingly, the sound led me to my room on my bed. I quickly ripped of my blanket and bed covers and the phone rung even louder than before. I reached for the phone picking it with my thumb and fore finger. I quickly pressed the answer, "Hello?" I meekly asked into the phone. "Who is this?"

      A rich baritone voice replied, "Is that the help? What are you doing with Raphael's phone." A sense of dread enveloped me as I realized just who I was speaking to, Mr. Ferrari himself. I ended the call, before I started to panic full blown. I stared at the phone in my hands with mixed feelings, what had I gotten my self into? He had 10 missed calls and triple that amount in texts, I guess boss didn't like verbal communication as much as I didn't like him.

       I opened a text and it read, "MAID. WHAT IS YOUR PHONE DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM? AND WHERE IS MINE?"

       "Oh no! I started to panic. I was going to get busted. What was I going to do? A knock at the door made my blood freeze. What if? No... It couldn't be, he wouldn't, he couldn't.

      When I got to the door, I looked through the peephole and saw men in black suits and Bluetooths in their ears. My heart beat even faster when one of them in front racked his burly fists even harder on my door shaking it's hinges.

      I meekly opened the door, and immediately the chimp hands man grabbed my hands and cuffed them. I didn't come to my senses until I tried to screaming but no sound came out, another large hand muffled my screams. I began to cry as I started feeling dizzy and darkness engulfed me. The last thing I remember was being led to a Honda civic.

      My poor head throbbed as I tried to open my eyes into slits, my neck hurt as I sat upright. Looking around my surroundings I saw I sat in a gray bedroom with a bolted door and on my left there was water and a muffin. I didn't make an attempt to eat the food or drink the water, instead I started banging the door with my fists.

       After a moment. I heard the door being unlocked and I moved just in time to not be toppled over when the door swung open. It was another man in a suit. He had sapphire eyes and chestnut brown hair, full and rich, I wonder if he'd tell me the conditioner he used. And well he was good looking on a whole, his biceps filling up his suit.... But Raphael would look better.... WHAT DID I JUST THINK? EWW!

      He examined me from head to toe and smirked, it made me a little self conscious since I was still in my pyjamas and hadn't brushed or bathed. He turned to walk out, before I shouted, "Wait! What the heck am I doing here?"

     He rolled his beautiful eyes at me, "You'll know soon." He said eerily and stalked out, his shoes clicking as he walked out the way he came in and bolted the door again.

      " Was he the one that kidnapped me? I felt like screaming that I wasn't worth anything. It took forever before I heard the sound of the door again. This time it was a beautiful Italian woman, she strutted in like she was walking a runway, and her hair was beautifully curled, she wore a Burgundy jumpsuit with a choker necklace. With a mole just above her lip. She was stunning, and so sophisticated but still looked young and bubbly, except for the frown embedded on her smooth face.

     She circled around me like a predator and stopped directly in front of me, giving me the an unhealthy whiff of her over priced perfume, and blocking out the rays of sunlight. In her hand she held Raphael's phone, as she saw where my gaze was she clutched the phone tighter and looked at me.

      "Phoebe?" Her delicate soprano called. My eyes widened, how did she know my name? Seeing my reaction made her laugh in a way that took from her beauty and made her look sinister.

     "I'm Chanel Calliste." Her name rang a bell and the realization hit my slow mind like a sky diving falling out of a plane without a parachute.

      "Your the super model? Raphael's ex girlfriend? She looked irritated even further, like I had just slapped her in the face.

      " Yes" she answered curtly, her Barbie princess standards not letting her get mad. Her accent wrapped delicately around her English, it had an ethnicity to it.

      I inwardly rolled my eyes but for fear of what she would do, I nodded politely. "Then what are you doing with his phone? Aren't you just a maid?" She asked,  I smiled a smile of sugar and cherry blossoms to tick her off, the wench kidnapped me!

     He gave it to me, you know were really close. He pecks me every now and then.

     It was her turn to narrow her eyes. ". So the rumors are true, he is dating you?" She said that while eyeing me up and down. Before she regained her composure.

     " I just want that Raphie is mine and this break up is temporary, so is any relationship you think you two have. I burst out in laughter and she got so angry she raised her hand to slap me.

      I shut my eyes to brace myself for the impact, but was distracted by the loud noise of the door getting opened. My eyes found the dangerous emerald ones on me, eyes that belong to Raphael Ferrari. The man I loved to hate.

    He looked between me and Chanel his face unreadable as his gaze stopped at his phone in Chanel's hand. Pheww, she was caught and I wasn't.