Lights. Music. Everyone was smiling, and dancing, was loud.
Her friends, they left her.
Or did she lose them?
Someone had given her a treat, a delicious brownie. It was the last thing she expected to see in a place like this. It was so good, she just had to have more.
More.
More.
More.
And then confusion happened. She was spinning around and around. She thought she was screaming, she thought she was yelling for her friends.
And when she turned around, he was there. It was the man.
“Wow, aren’t you a gorgeous thing.”
She woke up. She was practically panting. Her head was still spinning, and she looked around. She was in her new home, her own room. When she got up, the door was still locked. When she unlocked it, and headed downstairs, she saw that Daniel was in his scrubs. Almost like the ones when they first met on Friday.
“Morning,” he said, putting his hair into a ponytail.
“Morning . . . where you going?”
“Work,” he said in a very obvious tone.
“Where’s work?”
“Mellow’s Manor, you heard of it?”
“The old people’s home? Right across the street from the hospital?”
Daniel laughed. “You really know your way around the city don’t you.”
“Well, when you spent the night in every corner of it, you tend to know where to go. Hospitals are the best place. Waiting until the Liberians close, and you come out of the bathroom. It into know a few things here and there.”
“Well . . . don’t be showing up at my work,” he pointed to her. “In case of that emergency though, here is a phone number. Just call if you need anything, okay?”
Daniel had handed her a business card. It was his administrator’s number, since he did not carry his own phone around with him on the floor. She had looked at the numbers, as if it was a foreign language.
“I’m leaving, foods in the fridge, and all the basics.”
As he was leaving, Violet had felt a panic in her chest. “Wait!”
Daniel rolled his eyes and turned around. “What?”
Violet felt like a little kid. “When . . . when are you coming home?”
“Five, hopefully.”
“Do you usually come home at five?”
“I’ll come home at five tonight.”
“Promise?” she asked right before he closed the door on her. That had stopped him in his tracks. He opened the door slightly some more, so that he could get a better look at her. He had felt bad for leaving her in his home, with basically nothing to do.
“Violet, I promise.”
She gave a smile, and it deftly suckered him. He closed the door, and they can his way to his car. Right before he turned on the vehicle, he took one last look at his house. He prayed that it would not be burnt down when he got home.
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