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Chapter 1; Introduction

Slowly the door creaked open wider and wider, edging closer to where the light was coming from I peered inside. No luck in identifying this mysterious light as it simply vanishes when I step into the room, leaving me standing in the doorway in complete darkness. Thump, thump, thump my heart pounding against my chest. I hear something moving nearby, I try to run but is seems as though I'm frozen stiff, I can't move. I turn my head frantically, trying to figure out what's going on. Having no luck, with any sounds or lights now far gone I relax and can finally move. I turn to leave when I feel as though something or someone was staring at me. Suddenly I find myself being lifted off the ground and swung over the shoulder of whomever has me. I don’t dare scream nor try to fight it, fearing the worst could happen.

I'm finally gently placed back down on my feet and sat on a rather comfortable lounge. The sweet smelling armorer of freshly cooked pastries fill the surrounding area. Candles give off a soft dim flickering light, paintings hang off the walls and the crackling roar of an open fire place dances throughout the room. I'm alone, hearing someone humming the familiar tune of You're Not Alone- Of Mice & Men, I get up slowly to follow the voice  around the corner into the kitchen, to see a tall well built man standing near the sink chopping something. I stand in the doorway mouth slightly open about to say something, not thinking of anything to say I close my mouth and look around the room, my attention caught by the peculiar printing on the tablecloth. I run my hand along the edge of the table when suddenly the man speaks, "Caleab." he says simply. I blink a couple of times, forgotten what he'd said "Pardon Sir?" I question. "My name is Caleab, what's yours?" he replies with a short exhale type laugh. "Chelsea-Lee Anne Williams." I say unwillingly, still admiring the table cloth. "Like it?" Caleab asks as he continues to cut up something to add to whatever he was making. "Indeed" I declare. "It's custom made." he adds.

The print on the tablecloth was a quite large image of the metal band Of Mice & Men. "I see you also share my taste for Of Mice & Men." I stated to Caleab. "Yes ma'am." he said with a chuckle. I let my eyes wonder over the image, when suddenly I feel someone's arms snake around my waist from behind then a chin resting gently upon my shoulder. I want to turn around but I'm unable to move. Trapped in this position, I feel anxious & begin to have a panic attack. I'm guessing that whomever was behind me had noticed & let me go. I moved swiftly into the lounge room & took a seat on the lounge where I had been sitting before.

Caleab calls out from the kitchen, "I hope you don’t mind me bringing you here," he pauses for a moment. "I saw someone in that house before you & well… lets just say, it didn't end well for them." he adds popping his head through the doorway. I nod once in response, with my shoes already off, I decide to lay down for a bit.

I groggily roll over when realisation suddenly hits me & I sit upright in a flash. I look around the poster covered bedroom, "How the hell did I get here?!" I ponder to myself still smelling pastries, I hop out of the bed & wonder around for a minute or two until I bump into Caleab. His strong arms brace my torso gently to steady me. "Woah there, Chelsea" Caleab says softly with a gentle smile upon his face. I look away from him with flustered cheeks letting my messy hair droop down over my face. It's odd the affect a total stranger can have upon you. He gently brushes my hair from my face & uses his index finger to tilt my head up to look him in the eye. His eyes a beautiful pale purple, probably contacts. I can't help but to smile when he places his hand against my cheek.

For all I know this guy could be a serial killer or worse, yet I can't help it, I hardly know him but I find myself being pulled in by his gorgeous smile, face, his everything. Standing here like this with him, I couldn't ask for a better moment, smiling & staring into each others eyes, perfect.