Page 9 of Purgatory
I can feel my anxiety heightening even more as Cole leaves me to go inside to tend to our new intruder. I end up pacing in a circle outside, trying to work through the new events. Sadie comes over to me, stopping me in my tracks and holds a single paw raised to me. I crouch down to her and take it, petting her soft fur, and taking a deep breath.
She doesn’t look worried...
Chapter 8
Alessandra
Groaning, I shift on the bed, stretching my arms overhead and curving my body into the soft sheets. I try to replay my trip back from the store but I can’t, for the life of me, remember coming home and climbing into bed. I must’ve been more tired than I realized. Come to think of it, I still am. My limbs are heavy and I’m having trouble opening my eyes. After a few feeble tries, I finally manage to open them and look around at the plush, white comforter.
I thought the sheets in the master bedroom were blue...and where are the pictures on the vanity?
Thoroughly confused, I, clumsily, climb out of the bed. It's only then that I realize that something is very wrong with my current situation.
“Ok, what the hell is going on? Where are my clothes?” I say to the empty room, chastising it for itsobviousconnection to my wardrobe robbery. I’m in just my bra and shorts, no longer wearing my shirt, socks or sneakers. While the socks and sneakers are clearly not the issue, my missing shirt, however, is completely abnormal. As far back as I can remember, a shirt was, literally, the one thing I wore to bed. Every. Night. No bra... no shorts. The exact opposite of my current state of dress. My eyebrows draw together as I try to force my brain to start working for the day. Coming up empty, I shake my head and move on.
I must have really been out of it when I got back... they must be around here somewhere...
I take a turn about the room, lifting the comforter in the hopes that my clothes might have been tossed under but, when I find nothing resembling them, I rise to find myself staring at the items on the shelves and not recalling any memory of them from my earlier exploration. There seems to be a beachy theme going on. Dark, walnut bed with white linens, seashells on the shelves, and water paintings on the walls depicting sailboats floating off in the sunset.
I think I would have remembered something like this...
“What in the hell?” I whisper, gazing curiously, dashing my head back and forth, willing myself to find something,ANYTHING, resembling one of rooms I saw at the house this morning.
“Nothing... nothing is the same. What. The. Fuck? Where the hell am I? Ok, calm down, I can figure this out.” I grab ahold of the dresser, suddenly feeling light headed. The entire situation taking its toll on me.
Holy shit I'm dizzy. Sit down. I need to sit down.
I lower myself to the floor. The heels of my hands going to my eyes and forehead, trying to calm myself down. Just then, I hear someone talking from somewhere else in the house.
“We’ll talk about this more later, for now go outside and help Jax while I check her out.”
Ok now, what the ever-loving fuck? Did someone just say something or am I adding new voices to my previous hallucinations?
I turn my head to the side, ears intent on listening for anything. The window is open but it’s quiet. The sun is starting to set.
Creak...creak...creak...
“Ah, shit. I definitely heard that.”It sounds like someoneclimbing stairs. “But that’s impossible. I didn’t see anyone in this house this morning. I was sure of it, I was alone.” I gasp and clamp a hand over my loudly running mouth to silence myself. Quickly running out of options, I fly to the closet, fling the door open and throw myself inside, landing with a thud, turning and slowly pushing the door closed just as the door to the bedroom swings open.
Shit that was close...
The door to the closet is one that has those little horizontal ventilation slats, perfect for me to look out at what I’m dealing with. I gasp now but for an entirely different reason.
A man enters the room. He looks a little older than me. Tall, with auburn hair cut short, and muscles peeking out from the second skin he would call a t-shirt, pairing perfectly with khaki cargo shorts and sneakers.
Hello there...
I know I haven’t seen another soul in months but even if I did, this man would rank in the top ten hottest list of all time. He is brutally handsome with his emerald green eyes, slight stubble and obvious six pack barely hiding behind the fabric. Blowing out a breath, I will myself to stay coherent and still, all the while watching and waiting.
Holy shit, it’s getting warm in here...
He takes a quick look around, then walks back to the door and briefly leans out. Turning back in, he takes a look at the bed’s crumpled sheets and then his eyes glance up to the closet almost as if he’s staring right at me through the door.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Hey, I know you’re probably scared, but I just want to help. You passed out in the village and you need fluids.” He holds up a water bottle and shakes it. “I’m sure you’re feeling abit dizzy and confused. I got some water for you. It’ll help.”
HAH! Yea, right, like I'm going to ingest anything from a stranger. Even if that stranger is Christian Grey hot. Could have poisoned it for all I know. Nice try, pretty boy.
