Picture Perfect

Chapter Eleven

I force my eyes to open. Tried tears are around my eyes making them crusty.

I groaned when I realized the burning pain is still here. I looked around at my surroundings.

I was laying in a big queen size bed, with white sheets of course. I reached for my shoulder and felt a bandage on my shoulder blade.

The room was a descent size. Nothing like my brink. The walls were grey, a small wall separated the bedroom from the kitchen.

A giant window was behind the bed. I looked to the right where there were a pair of double doors that led out onto a balcony. And a door way that led to another room.

A slight chill blew over my body and I shivered. I looked down and gasped. I wasn't wearing my shirt.

I pulled the soft cotton sheets further up my body. Wincing when my shoulder moved.

"You're awake?" A voice said from the door way.

I jumped but saw that it was just Scott. Standing there leaning against the door frame in all his glory. The sun light hit his face perfectly, making him look even more gorgeous.

"Um...yeah." My voice sounded raspy. I wanted to go back to sleep. But as much as I'd like to, my dream was still fresh in my memory.

Was my dad talking about me? He knew this was going to happen to me. To Danny! He knew that these people would be looking for us.

The Agency? That's what they're called? He knows Robert. My own father knew that his only kids would be kidnapped, and tortured. How could he do this? To his kids? His only children!

If they were talking about me than that means... that means I have some kind of powers. That explains the chains... the bullet wound...

But how?

"Riley?" I looked up and saw Scott squatting down next to the bed, holding my black t-shirt in his hand and a glass of water in the other.

I took the glass and emptied it in seconds. I grabbed my shirt as he stood, with the glass he took from me.

He walked to the kitchen. While his back was turned I put my shirt on.

"Did you take my shirt off?" I asked. Feeling slightly uncomfortable about him having seen my body.

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly, while refilling the glass. Which I was grateful for. My mouth is really dry.

He walked back into the bedroom/kitchen. He gave me the glass. "Thanks." He nodded and walked away. Through the door way to another room.

I threw the glass back and chugged it down. Gun shots rang through the room.

I leapt out of the bed and stumbled before regaining my balance. The stabbing pain in my shoulder increased, and a miner head ache appeared.

I walked through the door to find a giant room, with concrete walls. Just like the training room. Except this room didn't have as much equipment.

Just a few dummy's and some punching bags. I took this as Scott personal training room.

I leaned against the cold wall and watched as he continue to shoot. Each bullet hitting the same area. Until he moved his course. Holes filled the head, stomach, and chest of the dummy.

He stopped to reload the clip and I started clapping. I know, it's probably rude of me to be sarcastic right now. After he helped me and everything. He looked up at me with a frown.