French Beauty (gxg)

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Song above is "At Last" by Etta James.

Giselle POV:

I woke up confused and slightly afraid. The room was dark, so I couldn't see anything. Although, I smelt  a sweet scent vanilla and felt another body pressed against mine. My mind was flooded back to what had occurred these past hours. I was with Rose. She saved me.

Rose saved me.

Her legs were tangled with mine underneath the sheets. Her chest rose and fell in a soothing, slow pattern. Laying my head on her chest, I could hear the thud of her heart beating. She stirred a little beneath me. As she began to wake up, her breathing picked up a little. She yawned making a cute little squeak when she did so. Her hand that wasn't wrapped around me started to comb through my hair. She gave me a kiss on the top of my head and let her lips linger there for a moment.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked. Her voice was a little raspy. I had missed this so much. Hearing her voice in the morning and waking up next to her, a true paradise.

"Good," I replied. I looked over at a digital clock on the nightstand. It read "5:30 A.M." I had slept like a baby. It might of been because I was finally sleeping in an actual bed rather than a hard metal chair or because I was sleeping next to Rose, whatever the reason was, I was thankful.

"No nightmares?"

"Not a single one," I stated proudly.

"That's great," she continued to run her fingers through my hair.

"How are you doing?" She asked.

"Better, my legs don't feel like complete jello anymore," I answered. Earlier, my legs had been so stiff and weak since I had been tied down to a chair for days. Rose had to help hold me up when we walked around.

"Good," she said.

We stayed in bed for a while more, just cuddling. I know she probably has a thousand questions she wants to ask me. I also know that she isn't going to ask any because she doesn't want to overwhelm me. Upon my arrival, I didn't want to talk about my experience. I wanted to be snuggled up to Rose's side and do nothing else. Everything seemed like a dream and I half expected to wake up in that dark, cold room once more. At the time, I didn't even know I was taken to France. All I remember was being in Rose's garage, then falling unconscious, then I awoke strapped down in a chair. It was lonely there. I thought I was going to go insane. Occasionally, someone would come by and drop off food. Weirdly, it was always men coming. I never once saw a girl. They wouldn't talk to me much. It was like I was on a schedule. They brought me one bowl of cereal in the morning and a small dinner later on. There were certain times that I could use the bathroom; in the morning, a few hours after that, then once before they all retired for the night.

I had felt numb there. Invisible. Almost like I wasn't human.

I yelled and screamed. Cried. Thrashed around in my seat. It would upset the men who were in the other room. They'd banged on the door and yell at me to shut up.

Growing up, I've been abandoned by many people. I lost my birth mom. My dad. Countless foster families. Then, when Ruth adopted me, I gained a new family. I made friends. I met Rose. Then it was all gone once I was snatched out of that garage. I thought that I'd never see any of them again. I was afraid that I would forget their faces so I tried to picture them as many times as I could in my head. I tried to remember every single detail about their faces. I pictured Rose. And her eyes that look like the amazon forest. Or her plump, pink lips and her jet black hair. I imagined running my fingers through it.

I cannot put into words how good it is to actually be able to do that now. To see her face to face. To kiss her and hear her heart beat.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, breaking me from my thoughts.