Chapterone
1057 Words
CORDELIA’S POV
The sunlight burning my eyes forced me to open them. There was something wrong. I tried to get up immediately. I couldn’t.
I was bound by ropes. My head was hurting as well. I managed to open my eyes slowly. I was taking in my surroundings. I was on a bed alright. In an unknown room with the neatest surroundings I have ever seen. There was also a lingering dominant scent that filled my nostrils.
I wanted to rub on my throbbing head, but of course that wasn’t possible. I tried remembering where I was, the night before. I could remember the birthday party of my best friend, Ariana. I remember that I had broken up with my boyfriend, Daniel. After that, everything seemed blank in my brain. I couldn’t remember anything after that.
I tried losing myself from the ropes first. Then maybe I would have found a way to figure out everything that was going on.
I turned my neck after so much effort. There was a knife right beside my head. The cold metal was seething into my skin. I found a way to take the handle in my mouth before successfully positioning it right in front of my hands that were tied. A few times of shaking my head up and down was all it took for the ropes to give away. I finally let go of the knife as I rubbed my hands against my wrist that were now red with the imprint of the rope.
I looked around, listening out for the sound of the shower going off. There was nothing except the sound of my own breathing. I cut off the ropes tied to my legs and attached to the other end of the bed. I rubbed on those too before standing up. I did a double take as I watched myself in the mirror. I was stark naked and I had marks all over my body. There were hickeys all over my neck.
I walked over to the mirror to inspect those marks. I definitely wasn’t r***d. I ran my hands over my n*****s that were still pink and hurting a bit. I took a deep breath before heading for the bathroom.
The bathroom was still warm. Whoever was there with me had left not long ago. I had started panicking but I managed to quickly have my bath. I didn’t even know where I was. I quickly dressed up in a nice pile of clothes that were left on the bed.
The clothes that I was sure that I had on the night before was laying down on the floor, torn on shreds. What sort of thing had I gotten myself into?
I hoped that my mom wasn’t looking for me around. If she was, I was doomed.
I headed out of the neat and obviously expensive room without even turning back. I managed to find my way out to the reception as I followed the numbers on the doors of various rooms. Turns out it was a hotel after all.
“Hi, Cordelia Jorgenson,” the receptionist said. I stopped in my tracks immediately. How did she know my name? She called out to me again, making sure that I heard her the first time. I walked over to her in shaky steps.
“How did you know my name?” I asked.
“The man who brought you in had signed the both of you in with your actual names,” she said, looking at me like I was dumb.
“Do you know his name? Do you mind telling me?” I knew that I was sounding too desperate, but she shook her head.
“I’m sorry, but we can't just show you the guest list like that.” She hesitated. “And he asked me to hand you these.” She bent down, and handed me a bag.
I peered inside the bag curiously. There was first an envelope. I opened that, and almost dropped the bag from the sight of the amount of cash that was in it. The other content of the bag was flat shoes and a note that said; I knew that you were never comfortable in heels. Here are some shoes for your feet.
I turned the back of the note, searching for a name on the card. There was nothing. Whoever this person was, they knew me more than anything. I swallowed hard, and put the shoes on my feet. As soon as I stepped out of the hotel room, another man in a suit rushed up to me.
“Ma’am,” the man called out. “The man you were with yesterday, asked me to take you back home.”
I was doubtful at first, but then, I found myself shuffling my feet as I got into the car with him. He asked where my house was, or which pack I belonged to. As soon as I mentioned Black Pearl pack, he frowned but I had no idea why he was frowning and I didn’t want to be nosy and ask any questions.
He finally stopped after getting into the pack. I mumbled my thanks to him and headed out of the car.
“Where have you been?” my younger brother, Brian called out to me. I closed my eyes, hoping that the car was out of sight before he got to where I was. The car was still there.
“And where were you all night? Someone had to fill in for you, carrying out your duties.”
“I…I was at Ariana’s birthday party,” I mumbled.
“Ariana was home before midnight. Nobody knew where you went to. And you didn’t answer your phone.”
I touched around myself. I had no idea where the phone was.
Brian was obviously assessing me, trying to figure out if I was lying or not. I hoped that my face wasn’t giving anything away.
“Does mom know?” I asked him fearfully.
“I couldn’t cover up for you. She knows everything.” He said, and I felt my heart crumble to the floor in pieces.
“Hey girl,” I heard my mom call out right in front of our house. I shoved the bag of m
oney right in Brian’s hands.
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