𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 || 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑

𝑂𝑁𝐸

I woke up in a unfamiliar bed.

My head felt like it was being worked with a jackhammer.

My whole body feels like I've been run over.

Several times to be certain.

»I'm glad to see you awake.«

I flinched because of the voice that was suddenly heard.

I turned my head slightly in the direction the voice came from.

There was a man in the doorway.

He looked like he was in his thirties.

His hair was blonde and his brown eyes reminded me of a puppy.

»Who are you? Where am I? And what happened?« I asked him totally confused.

»My name is Danny. What's your name?« He only answered one of my three questions.

Probably dumb of me to say my real name to a stranger but I somehow felt like I could trust him with this information of me.

»Imogen.«

»It's nice to meet you, Imogen. How are you feeling?«

»It's like I've been beaten up. And I'm starving.«

»As to be expected. What did you remember about last night?« He asked me carefully.

I was thinking for a few minutes.

»Yesterday was the eighteenth birthday of my best friend Tate. We went to eat something with her girlfriend Nia in her favorite restaurant and then we went to the theater. On my way home, I wanted to take a shortcut through an alley.. from then on, I can't remember anything.« I told him everything I remembered.

What happened yesterday?

Was I raped?!

Oh, God, please don't let it had happen!

»Don't worry. You weren't raped. But I don't think you will like the alternative much more.« Danny suddenly said out of nowhere.

Like he read my mind.

»Now please come with me. I have to introduce you to some people. And they all will be very relieved to see you awake.« He said and turned around.

I got up quickly and figured out that I was no longer wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

Which meant somebody must have changed me.

I blushed at the thought that maybe he had seen me half-naked.

I followed the blonde man through a long hallway trying to look around.

But he was going pretty fast which made it hard for me to keep up with him.

He led me to a room where four other men were sitting.

The first one who noticed us was a man with short brown hair and brown eyes.

»You're alive.« He said and stood up.

He seemed very relieved about this fact.

»Yes?« I replied uncertainly.

»Come. Sit with us. We don't bite.« said a man with a deep, soothing voice.

He had hazel eyes and short brown hair.

Hesitantly I sat down next to Danny on the couch.

»Now tell them what you told me, Imogen. And don't worry. Nobody here's gonna hurt you. We really just want to help you.« He said gently, placing his and gently on top of mine.