Long lost Luna

A kidnapping or a rescue?

Kate’s POV:

When Nick leaves the house I feel like I can breathe for the first time today. I can’t keep living like this and even if it means living in a shelter and building everything from scratch, I can’t just stand still and watch my life pass by in a daze of tears and disassociation. The house is a disaster, even though I work more hours and get less sleep than Nick, he still treats me like a maid. He never cleans around the house, to the point where he will just drop his clothes wherever in the house, leave his trash wherever too. Leave food all over the counters when he makes a midnight snack for himself. No matter how much I clean, it’s a never ending task cleaning up after 2 toddlers and a man child. I’m completely drained and have absolutely no energy to be doing this s**t, but someone has to do it, and if I’m not the one, it just won’t get done. I learned long ago that Nick never follows through with anything, that more heartbreaking than his cruelty is how he’ll promise you the world, only to completely drop the ball and then get mad when you are upset that he didn’t follow through again. Somehow his lack of follow through turns into me being the problem for bringing it up.

I need something, anything right now, I don’t really like alcohol or how it makes me feel and with my body already being in pain, I decide to smoke a blunt before working on cleaning while I attempt to let music refresh my soul. Hopefully it will make the time pass quick. I just finished loading and starting the dishwasher when I slap my neck at the sudden sting I feel. I wish I could see my own neck so I could check for a mark but as I start to round the kitchen counter to head to the bathroom mirror… time seems to slow down and my vision doubles before everything goes dark and I have the strangest sensation of being caught mid fall.

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I wake up to see an unfamiliar ceiling, my head throbbing and pounding behind my eyes. I’m laying on a bed, smelling faintly of eucalyptus and spearmint with the worlds softest sheets and coziest blanket I have ever laid under. Where the hell am I? How did I get here? I sit up to find myself wearing a mans tshirt, and I look over to the bedside table and see a baby monitor that shows my two girls playing in what looks like a play room with 3 other kids and an older woman sitting in a rocking chair watching them. Next to the monitor I see a glass of water, 3 little white pills and a note.

Kate,

If you’ve awoken before I return, please try to stay calm. You are safe and I will explain everything. Please drink the water and take the medicine, it will help your head. I will be back shortly, just relax.

With warmth,

David

Who the f**k is David? Is this his room and his t-shirt? What am I doing here? Nick is probably planning to kill me right now. And how do I even know those pills are safe to take or that water is safe to drink? My thoughts are spiraling when I suddenly realize my bladder is on the verge of exploding. As I stand up and walk towards the open door of a bathroom that I see, I realize that I’m just wearing the t-shirt and my panties. What the hell is going on?

Just as I’m coming out of the bathroom the bedroom door opens and now I’m staring at what I can only explain as a panty dropping, hot man. Wearing only a pair of shorts his chiseled Carmel colored upper body is coated in sweat and his long brown hair is tied up in a man bun, the sides of his head shaved bare. As he walks in I freeze and we lock eyes. I could swear I see a hint of a smile on his face and his eyes crinkle almost imperceptibly.

“Who are you? Where am I, and what am I doing here?” I ask, all my fear leaking into my voice parading as fiery spirit.

“Well hello sleeping beauty. You’ve been asleep a little longer than expected. I was beginning to worry. Please, come take a seat, I will explain everything. And let’s get you this water and medicine, I’m sure your head is far from comfortable at the moment.” He responds calmly as he walks towards the rooms sitting area. I see him stop at a dresser and pull out another t-shirt. So I guess that answers my earlier questions.

I don’t move towards the seating area immediately. I’m apprehensive. This man seems nice and gentle, but this all feels weird. What if he’s holding myself and my girls hostage? What if he has evil plans for us? However, I also have a burning curiosity to just know what is going on here, and eventually that curiosity wins out over fear of the unknown and I go take a seat in an armchair a little away from the couch David has taken up.

“Well, start explaining I guess because right now I’m extremely freaked out and exhausted and if I tell the truth, they’ll pin it on you anyways and my presence and attempts to intervene will only make things worse.