Chapter 4: JERK!!
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Sophie's eyes open slightly before they eventually fully open. She stares at the ceiling for some
seconds, thinking, "What a white ceiling...it was so bright." That's when it finally kicks in - where
is she? She immediately sits up but then holds her head in pain due to the force. She's having a
bad hangover.
She scans her surroundings. The room was big. Was she in a hotel? She thought. The next
second she lifts the bedsheets and scans her lower body. She seems to be intact. I.e., she
wasn't taken advantage of or sexually assaulted. That's good. But her mind isn't at rest. It's far from that. She tries to remember how she got here. The last thing she could remember
was being chased by that guy who drugged her at the club. And then that's it. Her memory is
blank.
Was it Tori and Amy, her friends? She thought. That's it, it just be them. They found her and
rescued her and probably brought her to this place. It looks like a hotel. She looks around her,
searching for her belongings. Her phone. Her purse. She couldn't find any. Did she lose them?
Did Tori and Amy keep them for her?
She quickly stood up, with not-so-stable steps, walked to the door, opened it, and stepped
outside. She looked around with her eyes. This wasn't a hotel. This was a huge house.
More like a mansion. Tori and Amy couldn't possibly bring her here. They can't afford it, or know anyone who can. That's when the fear crept in again. Where was she? She had no belongings
with her, and no phone to call for help. Was she kidnapped?
Just then, she looked down the stairs and saw a figure sitting in the parlour, drinking
something from a cup and looking at a tablet. It was a man. Was this her kidnapper? She
thought. Just then, the man spoke without even glancing at her, his face still glued to the screen.
"If you're awake, then leave. I've got places to be." He drops the cup, closes the tablet, and
makes an attempt to leave.
Sophie ran down the stairs as fast as she could. "What? wait, wait!" she said after the man
finished talking. She finally runs and reaches the end of the stairs while saying this. She then
runs and stands in front of the man, with heavy breathing cause of the running. She was about
to say something, but she couldn't find her words. His face, his figure. She has never been one to
notice a guy's looks. No doubt, this stranger in front of her was more beautiful than her black
thick hair, neatly combed and shiny. Dark blue, captivating eyes. He was really pretty but had
this devilish feeling to him. Like an evil angel.
She shakes her head and regains her sanity. This wasn't the right place or time to be admiring
someone. "I deserve an explanation, don't I?" she said. The last thing I remembered was being
in the club with my friends, and now I'm here. I don't even know where this is. Do you have my
phone and purse? I can't find them
Julian stares at the watch on his wrist with an impatient look on his face. He was already ready
to leave for work a long time ago. But he couldn't leave a stranger in his house. What if this was
just a plot? What if she was a spy or had evil intentions? He shouldn't have even bothered
helping her in the club; that might have been part of the plan. Maybe because he had some
drinks last night with his friend, he wasn't thinking straight.
"What do you need, Julian asked? Who put you up to this, was it Victoria? How much do you
need?" as he talks, he brings out his wallet and collects a blank check and a pen, "how much?"
He says about to sign. Sophie looks at him confused and immediately stops his hand from
moving to sign, feeling offended. "An explanation was what I asked for, not your money."
You know what? She trails off. If you don't want to tell me, at least just tell me where in the city I
am so I can get home. Her hands are still on his wrist, and he just stares at her with furious brows.
She then noticed him staring and then realized she was still holding his wrist and let go
immediately.
She stares at his now very angry expression. If before he looked like an evil angel, now he
looked like a demon from hell. She then clears her throat nervously.
She clears her throat nervously. "I just held his hand, what's the big deal?" she thinks. Julian
mentions an area in Beverly Hills and walks out. As he reaches his door, he tilts his head to the
side, not even glancing at her. "I want you to leave here in 5 minutes." With that, he walks out.
Sophie scoffs sarcastically, unable to comprehend what just happened. "What a show off! Didn't
they teach you manners?" she insults him openly. "I'm dying to leave this place, okay?" She
storms toward the big door to see a black sports car speeding off. She lets out another insult
before wanting to leave, but then realizes she isn't wearing her shoes.
She glances upstairs towards the room she was just in. Finally alone and not scared of being
kidnapped anymore, she notices her environment fully. This place was huge. No wonder
he had a very bad personality, she thought. Rich people are always rude. She didn't want to
spend another second here, so she stormed upstairs to the room and luckily found her pair of
sneakers beside the bed. She tries searching for her phone and purse again but can't find
them. Could it be with that rude jerk? Or maybe it was in the club? That was another possibility.
She immediately puts on her shoes and leaves the house, which is like a mansion. Being
outside and seeing the structure of the building made her feel poor. Reaching the gate,
she finally realizes she isn't with her wallet. No wallet means no money, and no money means
no transportation to the main city area. There were no buildings or people around, just a quiet
road that seemed to never end. For the hundredth time today, she curses that rude jerk. She
lets out a sigh and starts her journey of walking. It was exhausting, but she had no choice.
The least he could have done was give her money to get home. What an asshole, she thought. She left the villa around 8 in the morning and finally got to the main road around 10 ish, so she
had been walking for almost 2 hours. She was sweating all over and very dehydrated, having
not had even water all day. Finally, at the main road, she felt relieved. She saw a payphone by
the roadside and quickly rushed to it but then realized she didn't with any coins to insert to
make a call. Then she decided to do her trick. She hit the machine three times, and some coins
fell off. Smiling, she picked them up inserted them and called Amy. She was the one with a
car. "They just have been worried about me after they couldn't find me last night," she thought.
Finally, the call goes through, and she hurriedly cries out, "Amy, please come pick me up! I'm
stranded at Beverly Hills." "Sophie?" Amy calls out, confused. "Did the bastard leave you
stranded after the one-night stand?" She asks, confused. Sophie says, "What? No, just come
pick me up. I'll explain. Please hurry up." She cries out, "Fine, fine. I'm on my way. Hold on,"
Amy says and hangs up. Sophie finally can breathe a little. It's just a matter of time before Amycomes and takes her.
Twenty minutes go by, and a red Toyota Corolla drives and stops in front of her. Sophie,
recognizing the car, bursts out crying. She's finally safe. Amy rolls her eyes and shouts out from
the car to Sophie to get in. Sophie didn't mind, smiling in between cries as she was happy. She
gets into the back seat, thanks Amy, notices a bottle of water and gulps all the content. She felt
a little better. "Ewww, you stink," Amy calls out. Sophie only smiles and says she knows. "So,
what happened to you? Why are you like this by the side of the road?" Sophie just sighs and
says she'll explain when they arrive, fully aware that Amy was driving to her place. She then
lays on the seat and takes a quick nap, not before silently cursing that rude jerk.
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