Secrets

Chapter 10

Miranda's POV

I remember waking up and not remembering what happened the night before. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t recognize anything that was around me. I looked around in a panic. The room was dark, and dingy looking. The air was stale and almost moldy smelling. Where the hell was I? I went to move, but I couldn’t. My wrists were tied to the bed posts. I had just enough room to sit up and stretch my arms out. I didn’t know where I was or what happened. I tried to think back to the night before. The last thing I remember is going outside to call Noah.

I look down at the dress I had on the night before. It was ripped and ruined. There were sequence missing and it was torn at the seams. My boots were missing, I didn’t see them anywhere. I couldn’t find my purse or my cell phone. I looked over to my right and saw a night stand with a bottle of water. I reached for it greedily. I was thankful when I grabbed it and took a big gulp. I took a deep breath in and tried to get myself to relax so that I could analyze the situation.

I could hear someone talking outside the door. I couldn’t get any closer to hear what they were saying, but I knew someone was there. The voice was definitely a male and it sounded familiar, but I just couldn’t place it. Before I could think twice, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t think straight enough to say any words, just sounds. Under the door, I could see a shadow pace back and forth repeatedly. It seemed like who ever it was, was nervous about something.

The door burst open and I jumped. The figure stood at the door. My eyes were adjusting to the sunlight coming in from behind them, so I couldn’t see who it was right away. I blinked a few times and the figure walked into the room, making sure to shut the door behind him. When my eyes finally adjusted, I looked up at the guy. It was George Anders! What the hell?!

“Oh, thank god you’re here Mr. Anders! Please help me out of here!” I pleaded. My eyes were filled with tears that were spilling onto my cheeks.

He just stood there, looking at me like a predator does to their prey. I didn’t know what to do so I started crying harder. I could feel my chest start to heave with every breath that I took. I looked up to try and plead with my eyes. He just watched me, almost as if he were amused by this. His eyes were filled with lust and panic. What was going to happen to me?

“Miranda, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone.”

He took some small steps closer to me. Once he reached the bed I was tied to, he sat down and tried to reach for my face. I flinched and shied away from him. His eyes turned cold and I could see the frustration written on his face. I pulled myself into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs. I was terrified.

“I know it’s going to take some time for you to get used to the idea of us being together. I worked really hard to be able to make this happen. But I did this for us. I can give you everything you need, Miranda.” His eyes were undressing me as he sat there. I felt disgusted. I looked away, refusing to look at him.

“Please let me go.” Was all I could manage before breaking down into tears.

“SILENCE. You will be quiet when I am speaking to you.” He screamed. He took in a deep breath and calmed himself. My eyes darted to his face. Tears were still rushing down my cheeks. “Now, I know that there is going to be a lot of adjusting for you. So, I’ll take it easy on you until you feel a little more comfortable. This can only work if I know that I can trust you. Do you understand me Miranda?”

All I could manage was a nod. I watched the man that I have known for years stand in front of me, but he was terrifying here.

“Good. I’m going to give you some time to yourself. You’ll need to change into something more appropriate. Over in the dresser are all clothes in your size that I have approved of. I expect you to dress appropriately every day. That dress is trash, and I will not have you dressing like trash. In the next room is a bathroom. There is a shower and I will always stock it for you. I will bring you meals until you are adjusted well enough to cook for the two of us. I will be here for breakfast and dinner through the week and on weekends I will be here for all three meals. Breakfast is to be at 7:30 am. Lunch will be 1pm and dinner will be at 6:30. Once our meals are ready, we will sit together over at that table and eat together. We’re a family now. If there is anything you need or desire, make me a list and I will get it for you. Right now, that’s all I am going to expect of you. Once you’re acclimated, we will work on more. You’re going to make a good wife, Miranda. I’ll make sure of it.”

George leaned down towards me. I flinched away in fear, throwing my hands in front of me. He grabbed my wrist. His entire hand fit around my one forearm. I watched him, completely horrified. He slowly untied my wrists. He still held his hands around my wrists. He pulled me closer to him. His nose was touching my cheek, and I could hear him taking in deep breaths. I heard a low groan deep in his throat. He softly placed his lips on cheek before letting me go. George didn’t say another word before leaving the room. I could hear locks being turned and the door being chained up.

I sat on the bed, absolutely terrified. I had no idea what was going on. He said that we were a family now and that he was going to make me a good wife? What the hell? Was he thinking we were married? The thought made me sick. I felt like I was going to throw up, so I ran over to the bathroom. There wasn’t really anything in my stomach to lose, so it was mostly dry heaving.

After a few moments, I walked over and stood in the door way of the bathroom. I took a good look around at the room. The kitchen was small. It had a stove, some cabinets, a refrigerator and some necessities for cooking and baking. Nothing sharp or breakable either. There was no TV or radio. I sighed. I couldn’t reach the windows, but it looked like they had bars over them. Maybe I would make a list. I didn’t have much of a choice.

I walked over to the dresser and started sifting through the clothes. There were a bunch of skirts and slacks, blouses and dresses. Everything looked like something my mother would wear. To the right of the dresser was a small closet. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I decided to start matching some outfits out. At least that would pass some time.