Fifty One

It is a Wednesday afternoon. I am lying in bed and doing absolutely nothing but just staring at the ceiling.

It's been a week and a few days since my kidnap. And well when I say security is an understatement for what Liam has placed upon my life right now. Then an understatement it is.

I hardly go anywhere myself. Not like I go out. I barely know my way around here. Even back at the hotel I don't step out of it.

But here. This place is way worse. Outside my door are two more bodyguards. And around the whole building is perfectly secured.

I stand up to go to the bathroom and I'm being followed by Vilda. Who is currently back and is looking healthy. I think we've grown closer.

But the protection is too much. Where I have my own space is this room. It's spacious enough for me to do a back flip ten times, but it is not enough. Everything is just weirder and somehow I want things to go back to the way they used to be.

Or not.

I don't know…

Liam is the same. He h