Is This Real?

~Chapter 4~

After about 3 hours of driving, the creepy man looks over at me and smiles nicely.

"Almost there," he says, and I look out the window, scared at where he might be taking me.

After 10 more minutes of driving, we park out the front of, surprisingly, a really nice house.

"We're here," he informs me as he turns off the engine and gets out. Is he going to leave me here? To die? No. He can't. I won't allow it.

Like I have a choice, I think to myself.

He walks around the back of the car and opens my door. Thank god. Wait.. Maybe this isn't good...

"Come on, time to get out." He starts untying the rope that's strapping me to the seat. As he finishes he grabs my left hand. "Sorry about the rope, it was just a precaution you see.. When you woke up, I didn't know how you were going to react so I needed to make sure you didn't go anywhere," he explains in his deep raspy voice. "And I'm lucky I did, if I didn't.. Who knows where you'd be now," he laughs.

At home I tell you!! I'd be at home and safe!! I give him a look that could kill.

"Hey now.. Don't be like that.." He rubs my hand softly with his thumb. I slap him away with my other hand. "Okay. Fine. Just trying to be nice and explain my actions, if you don't want that then fine." He sternly states. "But it is time to get out. Come on." He steps away to let me get out myself. I do and am instantly stunned.

How could a guy like that have a house like this ?!

His house is beautiful!

It's a cream coloured, two story house with large, dark brown framed windows. It's surrounded by green, cleanly cut grass. It has a grey tiled roof and a tall chimney. The front door is painted the same dark brown as the windows and is quite large. There are a few steps to the front door, and a small porch, outlined by a black fence. The house and yard are outlined with small, dark green bushes and large, healthy trees. On the left is a tall, green hedge.

I could never imagine that creepy, dirty man living in this clean, well kept house.

I look to my right and see a nice blue car parked in the drive way. It looks like the type of car I want. It has red P-plates so it must be owned by someone my age. Does this man have a kid? I really hope not. That poor kid.. It is strange though. I can't imagine him with a kid.

"Nice huh?" The man asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I nod. I can't deny him the pleasure of people adoring his beautiful house, no matter how creepy he is. He smiles smugly. Gross.

"Now for the inside," he says as his grin grows wider and he starts to gently pull me inside.

Why is this guy so gentle and nice, yet he has pretty much kidnapped me? Why am I so calm? This is creepy. I should be scared, freaked out, something! But no, I'm... At peace?

We walk through the front door, and again I am stunned. The inside of the house is just as elegant as the outside and is very spacious, another thing I find weird. It has white tiled floors and white rendered walls. There are a few pieces of furniture that I can see, but it's blocked off by 2 parallel walls right in front of us. The man guides me through the two walls which I assume is the hallway. As we walk through, there are several doors, which look identical to the front door, on both sides. They're all open but I don't have the chance to see inside. We slow down as we reach the end of the hallway. There are two more doors at the end, one on each wall, but these ones are closed.

This is odd.. All the other doors are open. This man likes his space. But these ones are closed..?

The man let's go of my wrist and opens the door on the right. This must be his bedroom. But then, what's behind the other door?

He motions for me to come in and I oblige. Why do I keep doing what he says? I should be running away!

As I walk in, I am amazed. This room is awesome! A little too grown up for me but it's awesome. It's a large room with light grey carpet. There's a blue king-sized bed right in the middle, a white, closed cupboard to the left and a large flat screen tv on the right, just in front of the bed. The tv is sitting on a short, dark-brown tv unit. On the further side of the tv is a large painting, the length of the wall and about a meter in width. It looks like paint has been splattered on it randomly, but the way in which they are splattered, makes a hidden picture of a woman. She's quite beautiful, made up of yellow, blue, red and purple splattered lines.

It smells nice too, which is surprising, like an elegant perfume for men. This is just getting weirder and weirder.

The man walks over to the bed and sits on the end. He pats beside him. Once again, I do what he says without hesitation. I go and sit next to him.

He looks at me with greedy eyes.

Oh no...