Gangster's niece

Stranger's bed

I'm walking in a dark tunnel, and I feel like it's not ending. I suddenly hear voices of men laughing and drinking. I follow the voices and it leads me to a bright light that appears at the end of the tunnel, and that's when I see it. My mother telling my father that it isn't safe here anymore and that we should run away. I try to speak to her and ask her "run away from what?" but I can't seem to talk, it feels like I've lost my voice. I wake up frightened, heavily breathing and realize I was dreaming. I must've fainted when the guy shot the old man.
I look around me and realize that I'm not on the streets anymore but in someone 's bedroom. I'm terrified, I don't know how I arrived here. I look around me and find myself in a stranger's bed. A bed that's actually comfortable unlike the one I used to sleep on, at my uncle's house.
There's a lamp next to me and curtains on the other side of the bedroom.
The owner of this house must be rich as everything around me looks expensive..
I'm confused, lost and my body starts to tremble, too tired to panic. The light, the laughs it must've been a dream, but now that I woke up I don't know what's real and what's not anymore. What if my uncle found me and I'm in one of his spare rooms. Or even worse..
What if I was drugged and some really terrifying things happened to me..
What if...

" Good morning sleepyhead. " , says a  young man holding a plate.

I don't recognize him, he doesn't look like any of my uncle's men, he looks too young to be a part of the gang, as my uncle's men are forty and above. He has blue eyes, black hair, and I notice he's tall and has a glazed look on his face. Suddenly I realize.. it's the man who shot the creep, yesterday night.
He puts the plate next to the bed and sarcastically says;

-You know, I'm not really used to saving random girls from the streets, from creepy old men, and then, giving them the opportunity to stay in our guest room. But here you are, you should thank me you know.

I barely woke up and he already wants me to thank him...
-Wh.. What happened? I ask him unable to talk.
-So you really don't remember do you?He replies, then proceeds to say; I found you half unconscious lying on the streets while trying to escape the creepy old man. I couldn't just leave you there, so here you are. I'm Jaxon. Care to tell me your name?

I hesitate for a second, unsure if I should lie about my name or not, afraid he might know about my uncle's men searching for me. By now half the town would be searching for " a girl named Jayden " in exchange for a reward, I guess he would have put. I know he wants me back just to see me suffer. Again. I finally decide to tell him my name, because I  don't think knowing my name would change anything, sooner or later I will be found.

I feel my cheeks turn bright red by the embarrassment I get from the whole situation.
God knows what he might be thinking of me right now. I don't know what to say to him.
Rather thank him or tell him I never asked for his help. Which I never did. I just nod with a smile, to which he replies " You're welcome ".
He smirks and tells me to eat the breakfast they made me because I lost a lot while being unconscious.
I couldn't argue with that, knowing that it has been a few days that I haven't eaten anything.
He then tells me to take a shower after that.
He points towards the wardrobe where he informs me that his servants went shopping for clothes for me.
I look at him, force a smile on my face, then tell him;
-Thank you, but I won't need that. I'll just finish my breakfast and hit the road.. somewhere.
His answer to that makes me sick.
-Unfortunately you can't go. You still haven't payed me back for what I've done for you.

I look at him, my eyes opened wide, shocked     by his response.
He smirks again, then says
-I never wanted to help you, but it would have looked suspicious from me not to.
-How much do you want? I ask anxious.
-No money involved.
-I mean, look at you.. what could you possibly work? No one would want to hire such a ..messy girl. Work here instead, as a...let's say a maid for a month. Then, and only then, I'll let you go.

-A maid? I've never cleaned. I'm sorry but I'll ruin everything.
-Oh don't worry about that, I'll tell them to teach you, but there's got to be rules until the deal's over.
-And what are the rules? I ask him sarcastically.

-Well, for starters, don't try anything smart. Don't try to run away, I'll find you.  Second, you don't get to go out of this house without telling me and without the bodyguards.

Why would I need bodyguards. Something's not right about him.

  -Third, whatever I tell you to do, just do it without asking too many questions. I might give you another job other than a maid. So be prepared.
I look at him confused about what he said, imagining what " job " he would have in mind for me, and I end up imagining the worst.
-Hold up, if you think for one second that I would ever-
-No. I would never ask you to. I'm still a man with boundaries, don't worry about that

I think we both understood what I was thinking. Good thing he wouldn't ask me to work for pleasure.

Any questions? He asks.
-Yes, are you always this cold?  I ask.
He smirks then replies while getting out of the room;
-Eat your food, shower, then Myrala will give you a tour around the house and tell you where to go and what to do. Have a nice day cupcake, oh and by the way, he says while stopping at the door; get ready for tonight.

-Tonight?
He leaves without answering. Alone and confused, I finish my breakfast and prepare myself for the worst.