This choice: "Now, here are the keys, go to my living quarters and make yourself at home!" • Go Back... Slowly, you massage your aching jaw with one hand, the other one shoved as nonchalantly as possible into your pocket. Your jaw really hurt from were you ended up frenching the concrete like that. The possibility of a chipped tooth, or maybe worse, isn't that far off of a possibility. And one that you can't seem to keep tucked away in the back of your mind either, with every step you took up these stairs your jaw started to hurt a little more. "Great." you grumble through your pinky finger and the intense throbbing pain experienced in your lower masticate.
Three flights of stairs and a state of total disbelief had done little to help your grumpiness. On top of getting abducted off the streets, you had been thrown head first into your uncle's driveway and then sexually harassed by your abductor. But on the other hand, you were handed a big mansion on a silver platter and a plane ticket. So things weren't too bad...
You kept telling that to yourself as you walked further down the hallway, mumbling to yourself that this was just like those extended stays with relatives around the holidays; "Just without the relatives."
Your uncle's words repeat themselves over and over in your head, "Go to my living quarters, feel free to make yourself at home!" You couldn't help but notice the one problem with his statement- without anything to "be at home" with, just how exactly were you supposed to do that?! An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you come to your room, er-rather, Uncle Lucas' room...
You wrap your hands around the doorknob, still warm, and push on the heavy fixture. Your eyes widen slightly in acknowledgment of the room's layout. He seemed to be a fan of lilac, the soft color decorates his walls, his curtains, and even his bedsheets. The floor is tiled and kept pristine white, a color shared in the luxurious love seat laid out to face the fireplace.
Your uncle's choice of words hit home as you take a seat at the foot of your new comfortable bed, laying down with your feet still firmly planted on the floor. You release a contented sigh, closing your eyes for a second so you can breath. After all, if anyone deserved a breather, it would be you. What with the kidnapping and the gray hairs your uncle was surely going to give you. But then again, if everything was as nice and comfy as this bed, maybe this little vacation wouldn't be so bad...
Suddenly you feel the other side of the bed sink. After a cute little yawn, a voice says, "Excuse me, I must have fallen asleep while I was waiting for you... that loveseat sure is comfortable." You can feel the foreign body inch closer to you, an arm stretching to touch your chest in hopes of a little nap time.
Your eyes shoot wide open to see...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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