Chapter 11
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I removed my long gown and entered the bathroom. I let the cold water run through my body, while my head is filled with so much thought. I feel suffocated--- like getting entangled in the mess of Damien and his colleagues.
What would happen to me? Is my son safe? Those are just come of the bad things coming in my mind. They even take away my phone. What am I gonna do? What should I do?
I bit my lips because of the frustration my heart is feeling. This is not just about me anymore, but also my son!
*Knock knock*
Without I telling anything, the door opened. I stopped the shower and patiently listen to the door opening.
"The towel and spare clothes are here," said the voice, "If you need anything, just press the intercom," a cold baritone voice said. He brought it himself? Strange.
"I think my privacy's being invaded here," I said, to think that I was able to say those words when I'm in tight situation.
He did not respond. I wonder why... he could have entered this bathroom to tease me more and show that he has a upper hand, and that I am merely their captive. Is Damien that powerful that they won't just do it recklessly?
"I apologize," he said that made me froze. I clenched my fist because his actions reminded me of someone dear to me. Why would he apologize? That is last of what I thought my kidnapper would do.
"Hah..." I said, "Just get the f**k out of my room," I said and opened the shower. It warms up my body from all the stress that I encountered today. At times like this I missed his touch...
Like he was kissing my skin, a soft touch of warm water had enveloped me and I can feel a sense of relied. I touched my chest and started imagining things. Ugh, I'm crazy. I think I'm going crazy.
"Sebastian, ugh..." I called him while doing crazy things to myself. I think the more I am here, the more I am losing my mind. When I am done, I opened the door hastily to rest while not thinking that I am just naked and that I didn't hear the man get out.
He was there, sitting on the edge of the bed while looking at me.
"Ahhhh!" I said and shut the door, "I told you to get out, why the f**k are you still here?!" I shouted and screamed in pain, and I can feel myself vanishing because of what happened is just too embarassing.
"I-I'm sorry---" I cut him off when I shouted.
"I will Damien about this, you fucker!" I shouted at him because he could've heard that right?! That I am imagining things with y f*****g ex! And not calling Damien's name!
Adelaide, you i***t!!!
I wanted to slap myself but the damage has been done.
"I didn't mean to---"
"Just get the f**k out of my sight!" I said and felt my face so heated because of what happened. I couldn't even look at his face properly. This time, I listened to how the door opened and closes before I went out.
***
I'm done dressing up, and I must say that whoever choses my outfit had a good taste. This is exactly my style.
Or did they look up into my profile? I must be so paranoid.
*Knock knock...*
"Come in," I said nonchalantly as if this room is my personal space... like I own it. It's just that the design is very me that I am bothered. He is wearing this old full uniform, something that I only see on television.
"Madam, I am Anne, a personal maid assigned to you." and bowed to me, "The master has called for you," she said. IS the master that man? If so, I don't want to talk to him. Not after what happened this afternoon.
"I refuse," I said firmly and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"But madam..." she said softly although I can see that she was trembling and somethng will happen to her if she failed to bring me back. Like I care. I wmight even get to see the sun tomorrow so such a thing doesn't bother me now.
"Tell him that I'm too tired," I reasoned out, "If he had this motive and needs cooperation, tell him that I will never cooperate. Just go and talk to my fiance instead," I said, rolled my eyes and lay on the bed instead.
"Yes, I will relay that to him." she said with a defeated expression. That was a relief. One thing came on my mind while looking at the ceiling... that no matter what happened, I will get out of here alive.
Wait for me there, my son, we'll get out of this mess.
***
"She said that?" he asked while the maid is trembling in fear because of his question. He was not mad, in fact he had expected that to happen. Adelaide is that stubborn, so this is not new.
"Yes, young master," the maid nodded, "She also said that if you have to deal with someone, do it with her fiancee,"
He seems amazed and angry at the same time that the maid is not sure if whatever she is saying right now will help her save her life or help her fasten her death.
"I see,"
He walked inside the room to see who is sleeping peacefully. He was watching Adelaide sleep like a baby. Although she was in an unknown place, she was comfortably lyin there like there is no problem at all. At that moment he couldn't stop himself from asking...
Did she miss me? Did she cry when I died?
He clenched his fist. He wanted to see her well and living the life... but not the life with the man who had destroyed their future together.
"Hah..." he sighed while touching her soft chest, he missed her a lot. The moment he sees her he can feel his heart beating so fast, getting carried away. I sure do missed her a lot...
I have a lot of question in my mind but one thing's for sure... I will never ever let her get married to that damn bastard.
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