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Song for this chapter: State Line by Novo Amor and Only by RY X
Isabelle
A delicious smell of roast beef and vegetables fills my nose, I almost drift back off to sleep again; I'm not in a moving car anymore. And whatever I'm laying on is too soft to be a leather car seat. Where am I? With great difficulty I pear open my heavy eyes.
Rays of dusk shine through tall beautiful vintage Victorian windows. It's the most breathtaking thing I've seen in a long while. Wow. Turning on my side I take a deep breath, I still feel like shit. I feel so puny in this magnificent room. There is even a sparkling mini chandelier hanging from the ceiling above me.
As my shoeless feet hit the vintage carpet, I long for the feather bed again. Everything feels heavy and my throat is scratchy.
I try looking around for a bathroom but only find more beautiful and expensive things. Some I've only ever seen in old-period piece movies. A Wall clock and chairs, sofas.
I feel so out of place like I should wear cloves in fear of scratching or breaking anything, my mind can't help but race with thoughts that someone might walk in at any moment and accuse me of being where I shouldn't be. Don Pereira never allowed me to be in the main house.
I have so many questions like, who carried me to this room, why is Don Pereira doing this, all questions I physically don't have the strength to dwell on right now.
Even the door nobs of this place are spotless, I hesitate to touch it, like my somehow dirty hands would leave imprints on the shiny metal, luck for me the door opens but not at my hands, by an old woman, and a fairly younger one on her heels.
I step a few paces back and raise my hands in apology, the lady shrugs it off and moves out of the doorway letting the girl in, I only notice then that she is carrying what I assume is my suitcase. I feel a spark of hope shoot through my lungs as I eye the bag, maybe whoever packed it thought to put my medication in there.
The girl gently places it on the foot of the bed and I almost fall over my own feet trying to get to it to look. I struggle for a moment with the zipper but within seconds I have the suitcase emptied on top of the bed, I rummage through my clothes but nothing, fuck.
I look up at the two puzzled women desperate for a solution to my predicament. "May I please have a glass of water and a pain killer, I have a terrible headache?" The older woman nods, "Very well miss I'll be right back." A glint of...worry flashed across her face for a second as I asked, she must be one of those elderly women who would help even a bear if it was hurt enough.
A kind soul perhaps, I may be wrong. Seeing as I am not in my right mind at the moment. When was the last time I took my medication? First the blinding headaches and now memory loss, I'm fucked.
"You know you are so lucky..."
I turn to the suddenly chirpy girl, "Lucky?"
"Yes, getting to marry such a handsome and rich man like Mister Sidorenco."
Her face shines bright as she speaks, she likes him. I want to speak my thoughts but I'm cut off by her stepping closer to me, and loudly whispering, "I heard from one of the kitchen staff that it is rumored he just got released from prison..."
"Julia, that's enough!" The old lady pushes a glass and pill into my hands and drags Julia out of the room by her elbow. Even as she slams the door shut I can hear her quietly scolding the girl. I mumble a 'Bye' under my breath as I place the pill on my tongue and drown it away with the full glass of water. I feel every touch of the icy liquid as it flows down my throat into my uncomfortably empty stomach, I should have asked for something to eat too.
Later I tell myself. I throw my clothes to the ground and coil myself up in the silky sheets. The sun's last light is fading and although I can't see it setting I still appreciate its beauty. My burning eyes cry in appreciation as I finally close them again. At least this time I get to be locked in a beautiful cage.
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