Between Love and Time | Chaelisa

Chapter 3.1

What do you do when you find a stranger in your house? Do you toss him in the streets but not before you give him a beating? You call the police, you justify the act, and you allege trespassing or something like that? This case was very different. What would you do if you found a woman drenched in your bed, unconscious, and dressed as if she was taken from a film set during the 1800s?

Lisa had a very tempting feeling to take her phone and call security or the police, but she was scared that the woman was carrying a weapon. What if the stranger was one of those crazy, unhinged fans that resorted to extreme acts to demonstrate her "love"? Lisa turned on all the lights in the room and armed herself with courage. She marched towards her bed, leaned forward, and grabbed the woman by her shoulders.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?" Lisa angrily shouted.

She wasn't going to tolerate a stranger breaking into her apartment. Lisa wasn't going to let a crazy fan mess with her.

Lisa once again tried waking the unconscious woman, "Wake up, you lousy drunk!"

The pale, unconscious woman heard murmurs. Something from far away was calling to her; she didn't know exactly what the noise was. She was regaining consciousness little by little. She noticed she was in a dark room but had no idea where she was. Slowly she started to remember what had happened. How had she not drowned in the fountain? How were her bones intact after falling from the third floor?

She felt nauseous. A headache was taking over her body, slowly expanding down her arms and legs. No, she wasn't dead; by some strange miracle, she was still alive. She was scared of waking up.

Remembering what had occurred, Rosé stirred. She didn't want to go back; she did not want her father to abuse her once again. He was her father! Adoptive, but he was still her damn father.

"Fucking wake up!" A scream from another woman finally brought Rosé to her senses, and she stared at her surroundings.

"What is..." Rosé groaned, not understanding what was going on. She didn't have enough time to focus on the details as her shoulders were being shaken, making her realize that she was not alone. She raised her eyes and met emerald eyes full of furry. "Who are you" Rosé whispered.

"You're asking me who I am?! You're acting like you don't know who I am when you're the one who broke into my room in my apartment? I'm wondering how the hell you managed to get in."

The woman that had her "prisoner" had spoken so angrily and so fast that she barely understood. Was she speaking English? Suddenly panic set in. She was in the hands of a stranger!

"Who are you?!" Rosé panicked and looked at the other woman from head to toe. The other woman's clothes were very odd; the fabric was strange—a knot formed in Rosé's neck.

"Please release me if you want money; my family can pay the ransom." Rosé took a deep swallow." I beg you; please free me, I am a Cavendish."

Now it was Lisa's turn to look at the other woman from head to toe. What kind of strange woman had entered her house? Scared, Lisa pushed Rosé onto the floor. Lisa wanted to make sure there was no weapon hidden in her bed. She checked under the sheets, underneath the frame, and in between the pillows but came up empty-handed. Had the stranger poisoned Lisa's food? The thought came across her mind, and Lisa almost ran to the bathroom to throw up the beer she had drank. She stopped herself, not wanting to lose sight of the other woman. She didn't want to let her escape so easily.

Lisa turned and pointed to the woman on the floor with her mouth and eyes wide open. "Leave my apartment," Lisa seized Rosé's arm and quickly lifted her off the floor. "Since you have no weapon, I will not call the police, but you're getting out of here." Lisa dragged the girl to the elevator; her chest was beating with rage. She wanted to look intimidating, but on the inside, Lisa was scared. No one had broken into her home and her sanctuary before. The girl next to Lisa was trembling; she was barefoot, drenched, and dressed so absurdly that Lisa almost laughed.