running in reverse

two

My eyelashes flutter open as I watch the world fade into existence. I immediately shut them. The light in the room blinds me as the memories flooded my head. Tears threaten to spill.

"Shhh" a voice whisperers.

And just like that my eyes snap open. That voice! It was him. The one who yelled my name. I launch myself upright only to be hit with a wave of nausea.

"Whoa there, take it easy!" The voice says.

Strong hands appear and help me back into a sitting position. I look over to see the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. Besides Leo. His hair the color of lemons, but his eyes are deep pools of warm honey. Before I could even begin to admire his other features, he clears his throat awkwardly. I swear I jump three feet in the air; my cheeks burning bright red.

"So Andrea, would you like to know where you are?" He inquiries.

I instantly go on the defensive.

"What did you say?" my voice just above a whisper.

"Yes Andrea I know your name. In fact, I know quite a lot about miss Andy Kay Clinton. I know that you are best friends with Leon Parker Jones, and that you are quite the -"

"Stop!" I shout. Then, "please just stop" my voice now a horse whisper. Turning my head away from him, I lay down.

" I'm sorry I frightened you. " he says. " my name is Marcus. But you, my dear, can call me mark. "

His grin is all fox as he winks.

Play it cool Andy. Act comfortable, then they'll let their guard down

"Well I guess all the regulations are in check. Where am I?"

I say surprisingly calm. His gaze never falters. But neither does mine. We stare at each other for a while. His wide eyed gaze met with my challenging one. He is first to break. I sit up a bit feeling proud. But it is short lived. When I look over at him he looks angry. At this precise moment a woman that could be described as "larger than life" bursts open the door. Her black sequined cocktail dress and matching teardrop pendant, earing set spoke of high class and wealth. I notice that her hair and make-up are in perfect coordination with each other.Fully, overly done . I also notice that her icy blue gaze is fixated on me. Marcus seems unphased by the woman's entry. Then,

"so what's the occasion this time, mother?"

"Oh, the company wants to meet her. I vowed to host." The woman replies, exasperated. Suddenly her gaze zips back to me. Eyes gleaming.

"Son, is this Andrea? If so, then why did you call her beautiful? She is a wreak. Hair in knots, dirty face, ripped jeans." She spoke the word with venom.

"I expected more from you, Marcus."

The woman scoffs. Play it cool Andy, I tell myself. jump to my feet.

" Maybe I wouldn't look like this if I wasn't kidnapped. And maybe you should be less judgmental."

I turn to Marcus. " why am I here?"

Instead of answering me he picks me up bridal style and starts to walk. I try to struggle but he's too strong and I eventually tire.

"Where are we going?" I ask. "You are going to take a shower and I will go get the maid to bring you clothing."

" Then why are you carrying me? I'm fully capable of walking" I retort. I lift my head to see his face and immediately wish I hadn't. He looked hurt. Then, he let's me down and takes a step back. "Your room is through those double doors." Then he spun on his heal and left. I sigh. Ya let's just hurt my kidnappers feelings. Real cool Andy, real cool.

When I push open the large double doors I am speechless. Its my room. My blood turns to ice, and I take a step forward.

"What the hell?"

How is this possible?! They have everything perfect. They must have gone to my room and taken everything because everything I have is custom made. I want to scream, but I can't. They will hear. I wimpier and take a shaky step forward, closing the doors behind me. That's when I hear it. The loud Whinnying of a horse. And not just any horse. Isabelle. Tears spring into my eyes as I turn towards the left wall to see a livestock gate and a shed. I don't even remember getting the gate open. Immediately I am hit by a brick wall called as horse. To my surprise, Izzy looks fine. As I stroke her long white mane I ask "Did they treat you good?" Izzy moves to the side and jerks her head towards a mound of apples in response.

"Omigawd! What are they trying to do?! Make you fat? " I screech.

Isabelle gives me a look as if to say " watch it" I just laugh. And give her a pat.

"Don't worry girl, we'll make it out of here. I promise we'll be home soon."

Izzy just bobs her head then rubs it agents my cheek.

The shower is exactly like mine. Including all the grime. Yuck. Someone must have really studied my bathroom. And my room. Meaning they where in my home. I think about Marcus. I hate you. He had been so kind, yet he went through extreme measures to bring me here. Not to mention study my room and way of life. While I was asleep? I had already been slightly terrified, but now I am overcome with full blown panic. I start to feel my lungs close up as the hot water spills over my head, so I slowly start to lower my self to the ground until I'm sitting in a fetal position. I let the tears flow down my smooth face. Having a panic attack won't help anyone. I think. Just calm down it'll be alright. I hiccup. Deep breaths. I'll make it out of here. Alive.

As I make my way back into my room I notice two things, an elegant silver evening gown with matching shoes, and that Izzy is gone. I sigh to my self. The dress was my exact size, and  felt like liquid pouring over my every curve. I'm not fat, nor am I super skinny. I have good genes; which includes a thin curvy body, high cheek bones, soft big curly hair, and violet eyes. So I guess I'm pretty. But I'm not going to throw it into everyone's face like an idiot. Slowly I put on my heels and go from 5'2 to 5'5. Looking into the mirror I decide that I want to make an impact, so I deal with something I rarely bother with. Makeup. I find the stuff in the drawer that I usually put my make-up in. I also find a note

Andrea, after you get ready, please come to the dining room-this is the room in which you woke up in. I believe you have a past with being good at finding your way, so I take it you will have no problem finding your way back.

Sincerely,

Constella McGordian

Wow Is all I can think. While reading the note, I had subconsciously sat down. "A past with finding your way"? What does she know about my past? I roll my eyes and start on my make-up.
I couldn't figure out the eyeliner so when a maid came in to see me "drawing random lines on my eyes" she just had to do my make-up. By the end of her primping, I looked... Sophisticated. Elegant even. Not like me. I felt gorgeous. The maid admired her handiwork.

"My name's Ann by the way" She proclaimed. "If you ever need anything- ring this bell and I'll be there." And with that she skipped away like a five year old on a playground. Leaving me to my own dread of the coming up event.