Page 6 of Beg Me Angel

“I was going to ask you the same thing, but I'm guessing you don't know either. You really can't remember?”

Shaking my head side to side, my shoulders rolled forward, losing all the strength I had just mustered up. Hearing him say the words sucked out any life I had left inside. I was still stuck at square one, injured and bewildered, angry and scared.

“Can you remember anything at all?”

“Not really, not enough to even begin to understand.” Plucking at my lip, a sharp pain stung my face. “Ah,” I sighed under my breath, stroking my mouth with a tender touch.

“You're lip's split, it's healing, I did the best I could to tend to it, but that's why it hurts.” Nodding his head towards the couch, he turned and walked towards the fire. “Come, sit down and eat.”

I didn't want to follow a strange man deeper into his home, especially one I didn't know at all. But my stomach gurgled in hunger even as I contemplated running.

Glancing at a door to my right, I could see through the window that it led outside. The moon glistened overhead, lighting up the treetops in silver dust and white mist. The freedom of fresh air tickled my feet, making me itch to spring forward and escape.

I could go, run right out that door and take off into the cover of darkness. I could find my way home and find my way out of whatever the fuck I was in.

His gaze turned to stone, watching me cautiously, reading my body and following my eyes. “You want to leave? Is that what you're thinking?” Standing taller, it was like his back lengthened and he grew another five inches before my eyes. “That's not happening, it's pitch black outside, and by the looks of you, you won't get too far. Come eat something, you'll feel better.” Placing the tray onto a small table beside the couch, he rested his hands on his hips. “How far do you think you'd even make it?”

My arms curled over my chest, fingers teasing my hair nervously. I couldn't remember shit. But he had to know something, how could he not?

“How did I get here? Where's my friend Sara?”

“Sara?”Shrugging his shoulders, he sat on the arm of the couch, pressing his palms into his knees. “Sweetheart, you were the only one there when I found you. No one else, not a soul.”

My eyes snapped open, neck twisting around in every direction. “What do you mean? She has to be here!” My lungs began to suck in air, heaving and drowning in the fire smothered oxygen. “Sara! Sara!” Yelling as loud as I could, I began to dart around the room, running towards the kitchen and to the beginning of a hall. “Sara!”

The man's massive hands came down and grabbed my shoulders, spinning me around on the balls of my feet. “She's not here, no one else is here!” Squeezing the tips of his fingers into my forearms, the man loomed over me. “You were the only one out there,just you.”His words softened as his eyes flicked between mine. “I'm telling you the truth, it was only you.”

Confusion began to bore a hole in my brain, turning my thoughts into an oncoming tsunami of questions.

What the hell is going on? Where's Sara?

How did I go missing?

How long have I really been gone?

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