Mystery Girl [Under Review& On Hold]

Chapter 2

When she finishes her bath, she realizes all she has is her pink bloody dress. She gets out of the tub, dries off, and puts on the bath robe and pokes her head out the door, “You wouldn’t happen to have any clean dresses would you?”

Erik thinks for a moment, and then lightly blushes from the idea. He sighs and asks her anyway, “If you want, you can wear my shirt. It should be long enough for you.”

She smiles at the idea un-aware that her cheeks were pink, and nods, “Yeah that would be great, if it’s no trouble to you.”

Erik smiles slightly at her and reassures her, “No trouble at all.” He takes off his shirt slowly, revealing his bare and fairly muscular chest, and hands it to her through the door.

Her cheeks grow a darker shade of pink as she takes his shirt, “Thanks.” She closes the door and smiles bighting her lip slightly. She takes off the robe, slips on her underwear and bra then puts on the shirt. She steps in front of the mirror to examine herself. Her long-wet brown hair falls to her lower back, her brown eyes as calm as ocean on a bright-sunny summer day. The shirt goes down to her mid-thighs and she giggles a bit because she can see a bit of her pink undergarments through the shirt. She shrugs and walks out of the bathroom to see he made the bed with one side having both pillows. She smiles at his thoughtfulness, “You don’t have to. I can only sleep with one pillow anyway, or else I’ll get a nose bleed.”

He smiles nervously at his incompetence, “Sorry, I didn’t know. I was just trying to be… well, nice.”

She puts her hand to her lip afraid she insulted him,
“No it’s fine! You didn’t know! How could you we only just met and I’ve been acting all weird and stuff cause of what and who I’m running from…?” She pauses as the news on the TV rings out, “MISSING: Multi-Billionaire Jacobson’s step-daughter Ivory” her picture flashes on the screen and she jumps and turns it off and her pale skin becomes more of a ghostly white color.

Erik pauses as he looks at her photo on the news, then he turns his attention back to her, “You’re the step-daughter of a multi-billionaire?”

          Ivory nods and suddenly feels very exposed, not because of her current clothing, but because of whom she is. “It’s… it’s kind of a long story…” She slowly backs up against the wall and slides down to the floor, flashbacks of parties and dinners where the young men would look at her in lust, just because of her looks.

          Erik sits down on the bed, and Ivory can feel him glaring at her, “I’ve got all night, and I’m a very good listener.”

          She hugs her knees to her chest and starts off slowly, “Well, when I was 8, my father and my mother, multi-billionaires Robison, left me with the catholic church while they went on vacation. Four very long years passed when Aunt Clarisse and Uncle Will came and took me in as their own. They said they got a letter from my parents asking them to take care of me. The next year my mother came and got me telling me that dad died, I should never ask any questions as to why he died, where they were for five years, or why they left in the first place. Six months later she was re-married to Mr. Jacobson, the meanest, cruelest man on the face of the earth. I have always put up with the abuse until last week when I got a letter from my dad saying he was still alive and I needed to get myself and my mother away from Mr. Jacobson. Mother said she wouldn’t leave. She didn’t believe me. So I’ve been trying to escape ever since.” She took a deep long breath then added, “Thank you for rescuing me. I should have told you sooner. You know, I don’t even know your name…”

          He hesitates at first to let her story sink in and to make sense of it, “Erik. My name is Erik.” He looks as she trembles just at the thought of her step-dad, “Is that why you’re afraid of being hit all the time?”

          She looks up, tears trickling down her cheeks, “Yes.” Then she smiles a bit, “Erik is a good strong name. I’m Ivory. My father told me when I was little that I reminded him of precious Ivory.” What she didn’t add was what always helped her sleep at night, “If someone smuggles you away from me, I will always find you and bring you back home safe and sound.” These words from her father resonated in her heart, coursed through her blood stream, and gave her the strength to take Jacobson’s beatings.

          He sees the tears escaping her eyes, and comes close to her. He wraps his arms around her, and brings her close to his chest, “Sweet Ivory. That psychotic step-father of yours will never abuse you again.”

          She rests her head on his chest and starts to cry even more, “Do you promise?”

          Erik starts to wipe her fresh tears away as he looks into her eyes and assures her, “I promise Ivory.”

          She smiles at his touch and promises and lifts her head and kisses him on the cheek, then whispers into his ear, “Thank you.”

          Erik smiles very subtly and keeps the beating of his heart at bay, “Come on, and let’s get some sleep.”

          Ivory realizes just how cold and tired she is, and after a long yawn starts shivering, “Yeah that sounds like a good idea.”

          He helps Ivory to get up to her feet, and then takes her to the warm confines of the bed. She gets in and allows herself to relax and fall asleep in the warmth. He gets on the other side of the bed while keeping a distance from Ivory, just to be on the safe side.

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          “Keep searching!” He cried onto the night at the dogs. All of them sniffing and sniffing and all leading back to him. “You idiotic mutts!! Find her not me!! If she finds her father it could be the end of me!!”

          “Sir?” A voice calls from the head of the trail.

          “Yes? Who’s there? Did you find my step-daughter?”

          “No sir, but the dogs seem very interested in you.”

          “What are you suggesting?”

          “Well they are trained to smell the girl’s blood. The funny thing about blood is that if you were to get some on you then wash your hands, the sent is still traceable by dogs.”

          “Well when she came home last night she had a few scrapes, but nothing serious.”

          “Well whoever took her here beat her and cut her. This is a lot of blood too, but don’t worry sir, we’ll find her.”

          “You better.”

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          The next morning Ivory wakes up and sees Erik is still sleeping soundly. She slips out of bed and tiptoes to the bathroom. Washing her face off with warm water, she puts on the robe and calls room service and orders breakfast for both of them.