18 Chapter 5A (1/2)
”History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce” – Karl Marx
September 7th, 2013
I opened my eyes slightly and cursed inwardly at the ache pounding in my head. I felt like the light would blind me so I groaned and turned over, burying my face in my pillow.
Burberry.
That was the first thing I smelt so I propped myself up on my elbow, still with my eyes closed, in confusion.
It was either my mother had turned over a new leaf and had gotten me an expensive Burberry perfume set that I knew she couldn't afford and had even gone a step further to spray it on my pillow, or Lolita had hooked up with some rich dude last night and was still reeking of his perfume
It had to be one of the two, I thought to myself, and even that was very unlikely.
Although, the perfume did smell very familiar.
I decided to ignore the smell, and buried my face once more into the pillow, smiling to myself.
It does smell very pleasant.
I felt a hand on my waist beneath the covers and I turned over once more, wiggling my eyebrows in confusion.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, ignoring the painful sensation as a result of the bright lights, and felt around my waist for the hand.
I sat up suddenly, and the hand moved again, jolting me fully and completely awake. All my senses were on full alert, although they did protest because admittedly, it felt nice.
This was bad.
”Please be Lolita,” I muttered to myself as I peeked beneath the covers, allowing my eyes to trail the hand to the owner.
All I could see was black short male hair.
And a shirtless boy with a very hot back.
My first instinct was to glance down at my own body, and I sighed in relief when I realized I was fully clothed
As if on cue, a thousand things popped into my head at once and I dragged my attention back to the situation at hand.
Oh no, I've been kidnapped!
How did this happen?
Who is this person?
Where am I?
More importantly, where the hell is Lolita?
He moved, his hand sending tingles across my waist and below.
Extremely horrified, more at my reaction than at the fact that I was in a strange guy's bed with no recollection of what had happened last night, I jerked away from him and ended up falling straight out of the bed.
My head pounded in protest at my sudden movements, and I groaned, rolling over to rub my sore bum.
What happened last night?
That was when I allowed myself to take in my captor's room.
The walls were cream-colored and covered with posters of bands I had never heard of, posters of female singers and half-naked actresses and on one wall, certificates, trophies, and medals.
One word could describe this room though: massive.
The bed was all the way in the corner and from where I sat on the rug, I could basically see the entire room.
Slowly, I crawled over to the window, careful not to make any noises, and looked out the window.
I squinted because of the sunlight but strained my eyes to take in the neighborhood.
There were people casually walking in the street, cars zooming by, and children running around and riding bicycles; all oblivious to the fact that I was a prisoner in someplace I didn't even know.
I did not recognize the area.
I glanced down into the yard of the house I was currently trapped in, to see a row of freshly trimmed shrubs.
The room couldn't have been more than two floors high so I probably wouldn't do much damage to my body if I jumped.
Ignoring the annoying banging in my head and the fact that I couldn't even open my eyes fully yet, I got on my knees and slowly pushed the window open, careful not to make any noise.
When the window was open, I stuck my head out and glanced below to the ground, confirming my decision to jump.
Struggling to stand, I carefully put one foot out the window, and steadied myself on the sill slowly.
”What are you doing?” a voice said suddenly and I shrieked, losing my balance and thankfully, fell back into the room and not out the window.
I groaned and rolled over, holding my sore side and moved to run a finger through my hair, before I realized I was still wearing the wig.