Kidnapped and Forced to Enter a World of Fantasy

Kidnapped and Forced to Enter a World of Fantasy Chapter Four

Chapter Four

            I woke up in a soft bed surrounded by pillows. This was a different bed than the last one I woke up in. My head was pounding and I knew if I tried to get up I would fall again. Even in my sleep that dream haunted me. Every time I close my eyes I see parts of it. The room I was in had pale blue walls with book cases on three out of the four walls. The only reason there wasn't any on the fourth wall was because it had two glass doors leading outside to a balcony. The room belonged to someone who cared about their studies. The bed was a light blue with dark blue accents.

            "Good Morning sunshine." Donatello came into my view.

            "Where am I?" I sit up on my elbows.

            "You are in my room. I found you passed out in the west wing. What were you doing up there?" He sat on the edge of the bed.

            "I was running from your brother. He slapped me twice and tried strangling me. I just want to go home. Why did I get chosen?"A couple tears fall.

            "I wish I could tell you why but that's not my place to tell you. You will find out everything in time." He wiped the tears away.

            "That's almost exactly what the strange voice told me before I had the weird as hell dream."

            "What voice and what dream?"

            I explained everything I could remember to him. He was good at hiding his emotions but I could tell he was worried when I explained the voice. He explained how to get to my room which also happened to be his brothers. After he left to go take care of some business, I slipped out of the bed. I held onto anything I could get my hands on so I wouldn't collapse again.

            I followed his directions but I was scared to walk into the room. Should I knock or just walk in? After about five minutes of contemplating I grabbed the handle and opened the door. This is the room I first woke up in. I shut the door quietly and listened to see if I was alone. I stood there for a couple minutes before I realized I was alone.

            I walked farther into the room and actually looked around. The room was huge. Donatello's room could fit in here and still have room for an extra small room. On either side of the bed there were two large oak doors, which I was guessing were closets. I walked over to the one on the side of the bed that didn't look slept in. I opened it to find all of my clothing and shoes.

            I walked in and touched my clothes as I walked around the small room. Each piece of clothing had a memory that came rushing back as my hand brushed it. After I walked around the room a couple times I settled on an outfit and walked out of the closet. I walked across the room to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw I still wore the makeup and my hair looked absolutely horrible.  Also I had a nasty looking bruise forming on my face and it looked like a hand.

            I stepped into the huge shower and took my time. When I had finished I stood against the wall and let my tears fall. The water from the shower felt good while I slid to the ground and wrapped my arms around my legs. When no more tears would fall I turned off the water and stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I wipe away the mist from the mirror and see that with all the makeup gone the bruise is more noticeable.

            When I was finished looking at my reflection I decided I would get dressed. I put on my band tee and black skinny jeans that were cut up. I brushed my hair and put on some cover up. I open the door with a deep breath that gets caught in my throat as I see Andrew laying on the bed staring at me.            

            "Well don't you look surprised." He laughed.

            "Yeah well I didn't think I would see you for awhile."

            "You are my slave so you would have to see me eventually and since you are my slave you need to call me Master. Do you understand?" He was standing in front of me in a blink of an eye.

            "Yeah whatever, how did you get over here so fast, Master?"I spat the last word at him.

            "That is none of your business. Don't be a smartass when you call me Master." He raised his hand but instead of slapping me he move my hair behind my ear.

            I stared into his eyes and he stared back. I don't know how long we stayed staring at each other. Part of me wanted to get away from his piercing gaze while another part wanted to close the space between us. Before I knew it the moment was ruined when his hand connected with my face.....yet again.

            "Didn't I tell you not to look me in the eyes, you stupid bitch."  He turned and left the room.

            For the second time that day I slid down the wall and cried with my arms around my legs. I didn't deserve this. What did I do to deserve being beat and treated like crap? I want to get out of here but I knew if I did they would go after my family. Once the tears stopped I decided to explore the house and try to avoid Andrew.

            I decided to start on the first floor. After about 30 minutes all I found was the living room, dining room, the kitchen (where I got some yummy breakfast) and the ball room. Now it was time to search the second floor where it seemed all the bedrooms were.  I walked all the way to the end of the hallway on one side of the stairs. There were 6 doors on this side and 6 on the other. The first door was locked. The second one opened and revealed an amazing library. I walked in and quietly shut the door behind me; I didn't want anyone to find me in my heaven.

            I walked to the center of the room where a table and chair sat. The chair looked really comfortable so I sat in it and I was right. I curled my legs in underneath me and looked at the table. There was an old leather book sitting on it. I picked up the book and it was really heavy. I opened it and saw an old language I didn't understand. I flipped through the pages looking for something I would be able to comprehend. About halfway through the book it changed to English.

            I let out a sigh of relief and started to read it. The book was more boring than listening to a teacher lecture in monotone. It was all about the history of the family that is keeping me as a slave and some big battle. The battle reminded me off my dream.  I decided to skip a couple pages. I flipped through the pages until I saw a picture. The picture had not been in the other section. The picture made me stand up in surprise and drop the book on the ground with a loud thud.