Amelia woke up the next morning with her head hurting badly. She winced and touched her cheek. It still stung a little. She chews on her teeth a little before opening her eyes slowly.
It took a while for her eyes to adapt to where she was and when she did, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Where is this place? Where am I? What room is this?" She muttered as she gripped her hair tightly.
She slowly remembered all that had happened yesterday. The drunk men and then, she remembered slapping one of them which she got a huge blow in return. Her eyes quivered as she remembered a man in a suit fighting the men who had wanted to rape her.
She opened her eyes back because that was all she could remember and not even so clearly.
Of course, the men from the trio squad won't be able to afford a room like this. It was that man, that man brought her here.
She frowned at that. How could he just take people somewhere without their consent?
She looked around the blue-painted room and smirked.
"Not that bad," she muttered with a smile.
The room was painted sky blue; a very beautiful color and had a king-sized bed.
The bed is deep blue, and so are the duvet and pillows. The bed sheet and pillowcases had matured patterns on them.
Amelia sat on the bed, not even realizing the type of bed she was sitting on.
The blue-black curtain was drawn down and Amelia could not figure out if it was still nighttime or it was daytime already.
A dressing mirror and table stood not far away from a door. It looked like it was the bathroom.
Opposite the curtains were two brown doors and Amelia did not know what that was.
"It seems I am in a rich hotel. I mean a room this big cannot be a simple hotel," she murmured.
'Wait a minute, if I am in a hotel-' she thought and quickly push the duvet away to check herself.
She heaved a sigh of relief when she realized her clothes were still on her body. She wore a white shirt and black pants, so it was easy to know if her clothes had been removed. Moreover, she did not feel any soreness between her thighs.
'Now, I have to figure out where the hell I am'
She was about to stand up to open the curtains when the door handle turned and the door to the whole bedroom opened.
...
William had his bath and wore normal house wear. A grey round neck top and blue jean trousers. He walked to the kitchen to have an early morning coffee.
Yesterday had not gone so well, so he stayed a little more at home today. Today is Saturday after all and he also has a weird new human being in his house.
Well, she was from the trio squad, so she was naturally weird to him. He hoped he did not save the wrong person and had not just harbored a criminal in his house.
He sighed as he drank his coffee from this mug. Time to check her up.
He walked up the stairs and saw Mary coming down the hallway. Seems like she had just finished cleaning his study.
"Can you please prepare a bath for the guest?" William asked
"Of course, William," Mary replied and William smiled at her.
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it, dear," Mary replied and headed towards the stairs.
William's POV
I walked towards the door I had put her in and turned the door handle.
'Could she still be sleeping till now? Well, if she wasn't, she should have come out by now,' I thought as I turned the door handle.
I walked in and there she was, on the bed staring at me.
"You are finally up," I said as I walked further into the room.
She looked at me like I had cheated on her and when I was about to talk, she beat me to it.
"You," she started pointing at me
"Me?" I could not help but ask
"How dare you kidnap me?! Without my consent too!" She shouted, throwing the duvet away, it almost fell to the floor.
'This one is noisy,' I thought
"It seems like you are mistaken, young miss. I did not kidnap you, I saved you," I tried explaining as I raised my hand to show her that I meant no harm.
"Saved me, my foot!-" she started as she stood up from the bed.
It seems she did not look before she started moving cause she fell and collided with the floor.
I held in the laughter that was threatening to release itself and snorted instead.
"Who makes beds as high as that?" She muttered and I could not help but laugh
"Was that funny to you, then?" she glared at me immediately after she stood up.
'What exactly is wrong with her? I should probably have just left her yesterday,' I thought with a frown.
'But she is also feisty, I like that,' I thought with a smirk.
"This is my house and I can do whatever I like in it which includes laughing," I replied with a frown and her face turned hard.
"And you could not let me decide if I wanted to come to your house too?" She asked with sharp eyes.
"Do you not understand that you were unconscious?! You are such an ungrateful soul!," I spat angrily.
I was getting frustrated about all these already. I expected a moral and courtesy conscience person. Someone who would be able to thank others. Not someone who has a sharp tongue and only knows how to abuse and complain.
"You have no right to abuse me, Mister!" She shouted back at me
'Mister? Mister? She just called me mister?' I seethed
This lady does not know who she is dealing with but I have no time to explain anything to a low person like her.
I looked at her from top to bottom and she folded her arms under her breasts.
"You know what?" I asked.
"What?" She asked back.
"Just have breakfast and go back to whatever hole you crawled out from," I said coldly ad turned around to leave.
"I won't be surprised if it was a psychiatric hospital," I muttered as I kept on walking in large strides and I am quite sure she heard me.
"You-," I heard her say before I shut the door behind me loudly, cutting her words off.
Mary appeared just then with a bowl containing all the materials in preparing a bubble bath.
"Is she-," Mary started but I was tired of all these small talks this morning already.
That spoilt unappreciative brat got on my nerves.
"Just go in, Mary," I said coldly, cutting her off and she looked at me like she understood that something was wrong.
I walked away when I saw Mary press the door handle and headed toward my room.
I have to prepare for work anyways.
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Amelia's POV That jerk, whom I am just realizing I do not know his name left the room. I sat back down on the bed. I feel stressed so early in the morning. 'Wait, was I a little too mean?' I could not help but think. 'I mean he did help me but that does not mean he had the right to bring me to his home,' I thought again and rolled my eyes at the thought. 'He was only trying to protect you. He is a gentleman,' another side of me said and I heaved a sigh of frustration. What is this? Now, I feel bad. I agree that I was a little over the top. 'Should I apologize to him when I see him?' My mind was still trying to figure out what to do when the door opened for the third time today. 'Who is it this time?!' I almost lashed out. A middle-aged woman walked in. She looked like a woman in her late forties. She wore a brown woven turtle neck top and a black skirt. She held a bowl in which its content, I knew nothing of. She walked towards the window and my curiosity kicked in. 'Who
Amelia's POV I finished having my bath and walked out of the bathroom, humming a song I used to listen to when I was still working for Chris. I walked out in a bathrobe and that was when I realized I had no clothes. I went back to the bathroom to get my clothes and realized they were already soaked from that stupid shower. "Oh gosh!" I could not help but groan out loud. I walked back into the bedroom and walked towards the two wooden doors I saw earlier. I opened it and my head went blank. Empty. It was all empty. Not even a single gown was in it. I feel like that man did it on purpose. What am I going to wear? I walked to the bedroom door and opened it a little bit. Maybe I could get Mary to help me with it. I looked around and there was no sight of anyone. No sight of HIM. I walked slowly out of the bedroom with the white bathrobe hanging on my body and looked around as I walked. I got down the stairs and there she was. Mary moved around the room, towards a destination I
William's POV I worked for a long time at the company, and the door to my office opens every once in a while when my secretary has something to say to me or needs my consent. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I stood up from the chair and stretched a bit before making my way out of my office. My secretary (female) stood up to greet me immediately and I just faced my front. Just like the typical CEO that I was. The people who works for me whose offices were in an open space really near my office all stood up to greet me as well and I nodded my head a bit. My assistant and driver, Scott (male) followed after me quickly as we made our way toward my private elevator. That's right, a private elevator. I went into it and he took the public one. When we got to the first floor after a minute or so, the workers on my path quickly cleared the way and bowed as they moved to the side while I just walked nonchalantly outside. The security and greeters in their white tops and bl
Amelia's POV "Run! Run! Run, Amelia! Go!", the memories were stuck in my brain as I pictured it in my head like it was just yesterday. I whimpered as I sat with my knees up against my chest in this dark infinity room. It had no walls. No affection, nothing! "Amelia!", a very concerned and demanding voice called. It kept disturbing me as I moved my head vigorously to get the sound out of my head. The call was killing me. It was disturbing my peace. Why can't 'they' just leave me alone?! Suddenly, my eyes opened and I stared at the yellow roof of my tent. It was a dream. It was all a dream. I sat up and cleaned the beads of sweat on my forehead with my hand. "Amelia!", the call came again and I recognized it instantly. Joanna. She is probably the one whose voice I had heard in my dream just now. I stood up, bending my back a little, so my head won't touch the roof of the tenth. I pulled at my zipper; opened the door of my tent and looked outside at the worried Joanna
Monday morning... Amelia's POV I woke up the next morning with a disturbing headache. I walked out of my tent after having water and cleaned the beads of sweat on my face. I did not have 'that' dream today but I wasn't feeling too well either. I know I need to jog. I wore the only black sneakers I have. That's exactly why I bought black, goes with everything (chuckles). I wore black sneakers and left my yesterday clothes on. I would have to change it today anyways, so why not sweat on it? I jogged for a while and was already panting hard. I need to do this more often but right now, I am really tired. Maybe another time. I walked back towards my tent but before I got there, "Amelia!", I heard someone call me and I turned to face the person with a quick frown on my face. I thought it would probably be Steve or the other one from that night but when I turned to look, the frown on my face quickly went as it came. I smiled. It was George. Among the few people who I relate to here
Amelia's POV I finished having my chocolate bars and rested for a while. I have to spend most of my cash, so I can get to that company George mentioned. I hope they would be able to help me. "Mom. Dad. Brother", I said out loud and tears formed in my eyes. I pulled my nose and fought the tears back. I have been fine all these years, I am fine now and I will always be fine. I stood up from my sleeping bag and took the last cash I had. If I would have to walk back home, I have to find this organization first and then think about finding a place to work later. I pray it's the right place. I hope they find the one person I have been looking for all these years. I made my way toward the tent zip and opened it. I walked outside and almost yelped when I hit something. I looked up and met a curious Joanna looking down at me. I straightened my back and closed the tent zip. "What are you doing here?", I asked her. "Where are you going to? In the afternoon, all dressed up?", she a
William's POV "Ignore her", I replied with a frown and continued walking. I could see Scott's surprised face but I do not care. She is not any of my business in any way. I looked back at her again and frowned. Why does she keep coming my way? I turned around abruptly and headed in that direction. "Sir!", Scott called out to me but I ignored him with a frown. It's not like I wish to do this as well, I just don't have a choice, or do I? I walked towards the small house that looked like a garage abruptly and I saw the huge man just entering it. He had not locked the door, probably to put her down and I went after them abruptly, Scott trailing after me. It turned out to not be a garage. It was just an empty almost dark room that was dusty. It looks like it hasn't been used for years. I saw him drop her down and turned around to look around the floor. He found some rope and was about to walk towards it and I cleared my throat. He turned to look at me and I smiled at him teasin
Amelia's POV I opened my eyes and the white ceiling welcomed me instead of the yellow one of my tent. I sat up immediately and my neck hurt. I think I had slept on it. I massaged my neck and furrowed my brow before my eyes went wide. This room... Why am I here?... How did I get here? I stood up quickly and went out of the room. I was rushing and I almost bumped into Mary who was walking down the hallway. I steadied myself immediately as I was about to hit the gold railings of the house. "Miss Amelia!", she called out immediately after she saw me with a smile on her face. "Hi Mary", I am surprised I still remember her name. I smiled back anyway. I saw her on Saturday and it's just Monday today and I am seeing her again? Seriously? "How have you been?", she asked, still retaining her smile. "Fine", I replied with a smile. "How am I here?", I quickly asked immediately after she finished nodding her head. "Oh, William brought you in. You were unconscious when he came in", she