Icelamb

Chapter 2

Ara

I am uneasy, but I develop the courage to confront the mysterious voice. I clear my throat to hide the tremor in my voice before I speak again.

"Who are you?" I ask into thin air as I can't see anyone.

Then I hear something snap behind me, and I turn in the direction of the sound.

There was a young boy practically on the wall! What on earth.

"No one you should know." I could not hear his voice as he was still clinging to the wall like a spider, and I opened my mouth slightly as I watched him come down through a skinny rope.

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" I ask again. He slides down the barely visible rope, which explains why I couldn't see him earlier.

He ignores me, whips a pager from his pocket, and punches a text. "Please, can you tell me why I am here?"

"No. What are you doing in my room anyways?"

"I don't know, I woke up here. I don't remember anything." The last thing I remember is that I was preparing for the competition with Titi, but I wasn't going to tell him that because I don't know or trust him.

I noticed his toned body that he must have gotten from exercising regularly, just like Mr. Petersen, my sports teacher in secondary school.

I didn't understand that I didn't see any opening on the wall or ceiling to indicate where he came from.

It seemed like he had been here a long time. I blush slightly despite my black skin, as I think he may have seen me earlier.

Thank God for black skin as I look into his eyes and find his face expressionless.

"Wow! Mobo is going to really love you. You already have naughty thoughts within a few minutes of meeting me."

"I am not having wild thoughts, and black people don't blush." I countered as I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. I am caught off-guard as I realize that I was caught up in my thoughts that I didn't observe him profiling me.

"I never said you were blushing; you just confirmed it." He caught me, and I decided to change the subject.

He moves closer to me until our bodies are almost touching. He seems to be doing it intentionally as a means to intimidate me.

Well, two can play the game, boy. I flinch at the proximity a little, he smirks when he notices my discomfort and advances closer to me, but I decide not to back down.

I clear my throat before speaking again. "Are you one of the prisoners? How did you get here? Look at how they hurt you."

He scoffs as he looks at me. "Prisoner? You should really select your choice of words carefully, young lady. You haven't earned the right to ask me any questions. If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut." Now, we were too close to each other. I look into his eyes boldly to conceal my fear.

He is taller than me. I am of average height, and he towered over me a little.

"I just want to," I start to speak, but he gives me a cold stare that sends chills down my spine, and my mouth runs dry, so I don't finish my sentence. His pager beeps, and he reads a message.

"So you are the new girl that would be staying here with me temporarily. There was a mistake in the room assignment, so you will stay here until I fix this mistake." He drags his words and speaks to me so slowly as If I am a child learning my ABCs for the first time.

I noticed his facial features for the first time since I sensed his presence in the room. He has what appears to be a contrast of blue and brown eyes. He looks older than me but definitely younger than the men that bathed... me. I turned eighteen last year, so I figure he must be in my age group. Despite his scars, he was handsome; I could see it.