Taken From Home

Taken Frome Home part 2

     The second time I woke up was because of hunger, I looked over at the night stand to my right expecting to see the fruit bowl and orange juice; but they were gone. The pancakes and plate pieces that once scattered the floor were also cleaned up. I shivered from the thought of that man being in the room with me while I slept, standing over me. He could have done anything and I wouldn't have been able to stop him.

     I shook my head, ridden myself from these thoughts as I slowly got out of bed expecting him to burst through the door like before; but everything stayed quite. I crept towards the door slowly easing it open and stepping out into the hallway, there were doors all along the left side of the wall; most likely leading to more bedrooms. I chose the right side which had a staircase going down into the unpredictable. My heart pounded as I walked down the stairs getting closer and closer to the front hallway. The wood groaned under my feet as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I froze listening for sounds of him coming; but the only noise I could hear was the sound of my own breathing.

     My eyes focused on the door, the portal to the outside world. Before I had time to think my feet were running forward, it was being thrown open; and I was stepping outside. I let out a deep breath and was just about to step off the porch when a voice came out of nowhere making me jump and spin around.

"It is quite a nice day for a walk, " Max said, closing his book and getting up off the chair he was sitting on. "How about I join you."

"I'm fine on my own." I said brushing past him.

"You won't find your way home Belle, so there's no point in trying." He said grabbing hold of my wrist looking at me with surprising care in his eyes. I broke free of his hold and was about to throw a reply back in his face, when there was a crake of thunder and the sky opened up drowning out anything I could have said.

"Come on we better get inside," Max told me, gently guiding me back towards the door. "So, you must be hungry, how about I cook us up some dinner?"

"I'm not hungry." I stated, even though my stomach protested begging for something to fill it; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Isabelle you'll have to eat something sooner or later."

"Well then I pick later, I'm going back up to my room." I said turning away from him racing up the stairs.

     It was only as I was closing the door behind me that I realized I referred to this as my room. I kicked the door in frustration and walked over to the bed flopping down onto it. I turned over on my side listening to the rain against the window as the clouds cried, leaving paths of teardrops on the glass. I lay there until sleep clouded my vision and I drifted off; the only thing I was able to do lately.

     When I woke up it had stopped raining and there was a plate of food sitting on the desk with a note laying beside it. I couldn't help but smile at his kind gesture as I got out of the bed, but I quickly brushed it away reminding myself that he was the enemy. It was only after all the traces of food were gone that I read the note:

Belle,

I know you said you didn't want anything to eat but I'm not listening to you. I know you'll be hungry once you wake up. Also there's a bathroom in the room next to yours. And all the clothes in the closet are yours to wear. I do hope you'll come around soon, I would love your company.

Max

     I sat the note back down on the table and looked around lost in thought. He was being nice to me, he hasn't harmed me; all he seems to want is someone to talk to. But he did kidnap me and that rules out everything. With a sigh I got up and went in search of the bathroom to clean myself up. After I had a shower and changed into shorts and a t-shirt I knew I had to go downstairs; I knew what I had to do.

     Once I got to the bottom of the stairs I decided to go left and see where that lead me, I couldn't help but look at the door as I walked past it, but I knew it wouldn't be any use going back out there; when I walked into the living room I found what I was looking for.

"Belle what a nice surprise, I take it you found everything alright." Max said looking up from the T.V.

"Yeah I did, I came down to say thank you I guess, for the food and clothes." I said looking anywhere but at him.

"Your welcome, do you want to sit we could watch a movie?"

     Part of me wanted to say yes, which scared me, just saying thank you over stepped a boundary of the prisoner and her captors relationship; which was not to have one.

"NO! I mean no, I just came down to say thanks, I think I'll go read or something upstairs." I said backing away a bit.

"Oh okay than maybe some other time. You can't hide from me forever Belle, it's not that big of a house." He said, his voice following me as I turned and walked back up the stairs thinking to myself that if I tried hard enough I could stay away from him. Little did I know that in a few days from now I wouldn't want to hide from him.